Chapter 165 Let's all play together

Two private rooms, one large and one small, ceased their wild and arrogant noises on the third night. Meanwhile, the evil spirits from the neighboring Southern Territory and the Three Domains continued their revelry in a drunken stupor.

Hua Buxiu picked up Jiang Xianwan, who was lying unconscious and reeking of alcohol, from among the scattered humans, demons, and monsters. With a calm expression, he gently gathered the disheveled collar of her clothes.

Feng Huixue was a step too slow, and gritted her teeth in frustration.

He stepped forward and hugged Jiang Xingxing, who was curled up tightly in Jiang Xianwan's arms and was fast asleep. He then shrunk the Xuan Gui, who was drunk as a dog, and put it into his sleeve.

Di Yin silently used a wisp of spiritual energy to wrap around the sprawled, snoring fish.

Fei Ling, who had no concept of shame, quickly took off and happily followed.

Yun Weize remained silent for a moment, then took a step.

At this moment, all the stars hang low, like a hazy dream.

Away from the hustle and bustle, it's as if everything has returned to calm and tranquility.

Behind the smoky blue gauze, a clear, water-like beaded curtain rose and fell, transforming into hazy, floating spots of light.

The nearly transparent gauze reveals every detail in the halo of light, flowing with delicate shadows and ripples.

Jiang Xianwan was drunk.

With her long eyelashes closed, half of her face, covered with a thin layer of rouge, nestled in the crook of Hua Buxiu's neck. Her black hair fell all over her body, making her look pitiful yet obedient.

Hua Buxiu's black hair, as smooth as satin, cascaded over her blue robe. Beneath her dark eyelashes, a pair of seemingly calm eyes held a hint of gritted teeth.

The wicked disciple's heart was as big as a basin, leaving him only with pent-up frustration.

She herself was able to sleep.

He placed the heartless wicked disciple on the bed, but when those weak fingers unconsciously used a little force to grab his clothes.

Knowing it was against etiquette, he couldn't help himself and instead placed her on his lap.

He was angry for several days. Since these men had misunderstood, he should make things worse for them.

Feng Huixue: "..."

Feng Huixue paused, gazing at the two people sitting intimately on the edge of the couch, their blue robes intertwined, seemingly inseparable. She took a deep breath silently, her knuckles clenching uncontrollably.

In the end, they just pretended to be blind.

Hua Buxiu is unlike any other man.

If one had to name someone who could control Jiang Xianwan...

That person must be none other than the Phoenix Sword Master.

There is only one in the world, and there is no other.

Perhaps even Jiang Xianwan himself was unaware of this.

He saw it clearly.

Even he can't compare to that.

Feng Huixue closed her eyes, walked lightly closer, and placed Jiang Xingxing on the couch.

Upon hearing the mother and daughter, one mumbled "Mother," and the other mumbled in response, quickly placing Jiang Xingxing's hand in Jiang Xianwan's.

Emperor Yin's state of mind had undergone a complete transformation, and he was no longer the same as before. He had been tempered to be exceptionally strong and did not show the slightest change in his expression.

After searching the room for a moment, I gently parted the light gauze and beaded curtain and brought over a cup of warm water.

Hua Buxiu's eyelashes fluttered as she stared intently at the glass of water in front of her. She subtly puffed out her cheeks, freeing one hand to take the glass and feed it to Jiang Xianwan's lips.

Good, good, there really are quite a few dogs in this wicked disciple's household.

They were all completely devoted, their skin thicker than the walls and pillars of the Phoenix Terrace.

The training was very good.

Is this how you play it?

Okay, let's all play together.

Once the wicked disciple wakes up, we'll capture him and deal with him all at once.

Not wanting to be left behind, Fei Ling quickly brought a basin of water and a clean towel, and happily went over to join them.

Feng Huixue glared at him, snatched the towel, and soaked it in the water.

Fei Ling was prepared and remained calm. She took out a clean handkerchief, her gaze fixed on Jiang Xianwan's face, and a sweet smile spread across her slightly upturned lips.

Hua Buxiu: "..."

Feng Huixue: "..."

Four men quietly surrounded one person, each busy with their own tasks.

Yun Weize stood quietly in a corner of the dim candlelight, watching the person sitting on his brother's lap. The two men on either side were fighting over a treasure. After a few moves, each took one of her hands and gently wiped her. Di Yin bent down and took off her shoes and socks with tender care.

A scene of peace and tranquility.

Yun Weize's expression remained calm, even with a slight, usual smile on his lips. However, his fingers, hidden in his sleeve, seemed to have lost their composure, their knuckles slightly tense and revealing an excessive paleness, completely lacking their usual gentle and relaxed demeanor.

My heart feels heavy, yet also empty.

When she noticed that Jiang Xingxing had suddenly choked up in her sleep and cried out "Mother!" a few times, she disregarded everything else and went over to gently pat her.

Jiang Xianwan was so drunk that he could only instinctively squeeze Jiang Xingxing's small hand back. He tried to open his lips slightly, but couldn't utter a single word in response.

Completely unaware and unnoticed, beneath the surging tides of competition, a seemingly peaceful harmony prevails.

She nestled in Hua Buxiu's arms, revealing a sliver of her slender, jade-white neck. Her body was as soft as water, and her red lips were slightly parted, revealing a bit of her tongue as she obediently took the rim of the cup into her mouth.

The five people's ears tingled as they watched, their gazes, slightly dazed, involuntarily lowered, slowly sliding from those glistening, watery lips to those dangling ankles. Their movements froze simultaneously, their expressions hardening.

Unbeknownst to Jiang Xianwan, she gently wiggled her calf again.

Her two jade-like ankles and delicate feet, with their smooth, lustrous sheen, resembled snow-white flower buds slowly unfurling from branches, gleaming softly through the beaded curtain.

It's as if a gentle caress could easily leave behind messy, intertwined marks, adding a touch of mature allure.

In particular, Emperor Yin deeply understood this.

And Feng Huixue, who had tasted the sweetness of success.

A moment later, noticing each other's subtle lapses in composure, they each tried to cover it up by silently pretending to be very busy again.

Perhaps annoyed by the several hands, Jiang Xianwan softly kicked her legs, her eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she let out a soft, low whimper, full of dissatisfaction at being disturbed.

With just one sound, the five of them froze again. Hua Buxiu was in the most intimate position with her, her breath falling on his neck, carrying Jiang Xianwan's scent, and climbing up his skin.

His eyelashes trembled violently, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

He felt an unbearable burning heat emanating from that waist that could be encircled by one hand, and an astonishing heat surged up from his lower abdomen.

It's like walking on a knife's edge.

Almost frantically, he looked away, about to place her beside Jiang Xingxing, but as he lowered his eyes, he met a pair of misty, dewy eyes.

At this moment, all five breaths involuntarily stopped, each freezing into a strange posture.

Jiang Xianwan had drunk too much spirit wine, and his whole body seemed to have crawled out of a wine jar, exuding the fragrance of peach blossoms.

In the candlelight, I opened my eyes.

Her mind was in a daze, her eyelashes were misty, her eyes were unfocused and hazy, and there was a layer of watery vapor.

I have no idea what day it is, nor where I am.

I don't know... whether the several beautiful faces that keep swaying and appearing like double images in front of me are real, or whether I've fallen into a chaotic dream.

She tried to lift her eyelashes.

It's clear that they are trying hard to see clearly who the people in front of them are and how many there are.

After a long while, she suddenly lowered her eyes in a daze. Perhaps out of instinct, the soft little hand in her hand first occupied her heart, and her unfocused eyes gradually regained a pitiful focus.