The author has something to say: Luo Jiujiang: I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk!
Taiyuan: I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk!
So after three cups, they went hand in hand to pick the moon o(╯□╰)o
Since he had already taken the initiative to invite Chen Yuan to come for a meeting, Luo Jiujiang had to fulfill his duties as a host.
The Holy Land was not easy to manage, so setting up a full banquet for the guests was a bit difficult. However, with Luo Jiujiang's abundant inventory, preparing a table of wine and food to entertain the guests was quite easy.
Feng Xue watched Luo Jiujiang hurriedly set up the place. When Luo Jiujiang's back was turned, she took a plate of savory, savory pig's knuckles dripping with sauce from the table and shared them with Xiao Ren. At the same time, she didn't forget to inquire about the news with mixed feelings: "Dragon friend?"
Luo Jiujiang had his back to them at the moment, and without giving it much thought, he added briskly, "Brother Chen Yuan is the Black Dragon."
"Oh." Feng Xue looked thoughtful, her gaze towards Han Qianling becoming more profound. She tried to control her voice, trying not to sound too gloating. "Palace Master Han, the guest seems to be of the same type as you."
It didn't seem right to expect the young couple's relationship problems to encounter twists and turns, but for the couple, Mr. and Mrs. Long, who had been trying to blind her eyes crazily in the past, Feng Xue suppressed her conscience and convinced herself not to be too kind.
Han Qianling gave Feng Xue a silent look in response, until Feng Xue stuffed the plate into Xiao Ren's hands and spread out his hands to prove his innocence.
Han Qianling's Qi cultivation skills were always top-notch, and even after being provoked by Feng Xue, his expression remained unmoved. He took two steps forward, leaning against Luo Jiujiang's shoulder, helping him move a set of crudely patterned plates to a more suitable location.
Luo Jiujiang noticed his approach and turned his head naturally. He gently grabbed a strand of hair hanging from Han Qianling's shoulder, pulled Han Qianling closer to him, who was less than two shoulders away from his face, and then put his face close to his.
Feng Xue, who was watching the whole process, said: "..."
Feng Xue suffered unprecedented critical hits and damage.
Han Qianling smiled and straightened up, as if his initial intention was simply to arrange the dishes. He slowly walked back to Feng Xue, even his pace was exactly the same as before. He put his hands behind his back and said calmly, "I expected this."
Feng Xue: “…”
With all due respect to her, this performance did not seem to be anticipated, but rather prepared.
In short, having obtained the exact location, Shen Yuan acted extremely quickly. Even though it was still pitch dark, he reached Luo Jiujiang's camp in just the morning. Shen Yuan was truly open-minded and unpretentious. Knowing that the envoys from the Spirit Snake and Vermillion Bird realms were forming a single delegation, he still chose to attend the meeting alone without taking any precautions.
For the first two months, the sky was completely dark, and everyone in the camp could hear the sounds of fighting outside almost constantly. Now, two months later, the situation has improved slightly. At least torches can be lit in the camp, and a bright moon has appeared in the sky.
With the help of the silvery moonlight and the flickering firelight in the sky, Feng Xue looked Chen Yuan over.
The first time she saw it, she felt it was unbelievable. The second time, she felt that there was such a coincidence in the world. After three or four times, her mood was as complicated as a tangled mess that had been played with by a cat. Unless Alexander was reborn, no one could untie it.
Feng Xue opened her mouth, but at first she felt she had nothing to say. After a while, she shook Luo Jiujiang's shoulders with a look of deep sorrow: "Boy, idiot, are you stupid?"
Luo Jiujiang: "Ah ha?"
Feng Xue ignored him and turned around to look for Han Qianling with a look of despair: "I was wrong, it seems that the guest is the same type as him."
Han Qianling smiled and said softly, "I'm not looking forward to it."
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In Luo Jiujiang's imagination, Han Qianling should be able to get along well with Chen Yuan.
Although Shen Yuan resembled a black dragon, he could already utter a dragon's roar, likely only a few steps away from transforming into a dragon. When Nu Zi left, Han Qianling, though he offered no words to try to stop him, clung to a trace of melancholy and regret that others couldn't discern. Luo Jiujiang, watching closely from the side, saw it clearly.
Nuzi is a member of the same species recognized by Qianling, because they are both different species with similar experiences; then since Brother Chenyuan is only one step away from becoming a dragon, he must also make Qianling feel close and recognized?
...He had a beautiful plan.
In fact, the atmosphere at the banquet was not at all what Luo Jiujiang had expected. Qianling was very polite, but this politeness was no different from how he treated other people; Chen Yuan didn't say a word when he turned into a human form, so it was even more impossible for him to take the initiative to talk to Han Qianling.
Luo Jiujiang: "So they often say that great sounds are silent... But when it comes to returning to nature, I pale in comparison. It really all comes down to Qianling's swordsmanship."
Han Qianling took a sip of the wine slowly, then said leisurely, "Jiujiang is very 'natured'. He always exaggerates when praising me. I'm sorry to have made Young Master Jiaotu laugh."
Chen Yuan said nothing, just staring at Luo Jiujiang. Luo Jiujiang took a moment to discern what was in his eyes, and realized that "there's no need to praise others, I think you're very good."
Luo Jiujiang: “…”
Perhaps the sense of identity means that no matter how much effort others put in, it all comes down to whether they have a good impression of you.
After a few rounds of drinking, Han Qianling excused himself to go out for a walk. He had always only drunk tea, and if Luo Jiujiang hadn't offered him the wine, he would have never touched alcohol in his life. To this day, Han Qianling had never gotten drunk—he was afraid of losing control.
Normal people losing control would simply say a few words they shouldn't say, smash a few things they shouldn't smash, or at most start a fight they shouldn't have. However, if Han Qianling lost control... then the next time he opened his eyes, he'd probably see a desolate world that had nothing to do with the past.
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