Chapter 24 Tyrants Cannot Go Crazy with Drunkenness

Most of the meal was finished, the empty wine bottle rolled on the ground, and the two of them dozed off drunkenly on the table with one hand supporting their heads.

Her head was dizzy, so naturally she could not maintain the aloofness and coldness she had when she was sober. Now the drunken blush climbed up her creamy cheeks, and her eyes, which were always cold, were filled with a little watery light, sparkling with affection, and vast and misty.

The soft facial features lack the sharp heroic spirit, and the gentle face seems to be stained with floral dew. The feminine tenderness is fully revealed at this moment, and the beauty makes people's hearts sway.

Although she was wearing men's clothes, Manhuang felt that her master was more charming than usual.

Jun Lin felt the wine bottle and only poured out the last few drops. She shook it in dissatisfaction, then threw it away with a "clang" sound as if to vent her anger. She stood up staggeringly and said with her teeth unclear: "Come out with me, hold it up... hold it up high!"

Manhuang felt a little dizzy when he stood up due to the alcohol. He shook his head hard to sober up for a moment and was dragged to the yard by Junlin.

The last ray of sunset was about to disappear. She stood on tiptoe and stretched her right hand into the air, grabbing again and again. No matter how hard she tried, she could not catch the disappearing beauty in the sky.

She was a little anxious, and raised her left hand high. Manhuang slowly rolled his dark eyeballs, grabbed her with his iron-like arm, and held her on his right shoulder.

Jun Lin felt suddenly empty, and when he came to his senses, he was already sitting steadily in the man's strong and broad arms.

He stared blankly into the distance, not knowing what he was looking at. He just said dryly, "Master, did you catch him?"

Her left hand was around his neck from behind, and her right hand was stretched towards the sky. Her fingertips moved a few times and finally dropped slowly.

The evening breeze blew through her long hair, blowing away some of the drunken heat on her cheeks: "No, I can't catch it."

Manhuang was stunned. It was rare that he heard a sense of grievance in the words.

For a moment the man was panicked and didn't know how to comfort her. Even though his mind was in a mess, he still stood straight like a stone statue, supporting her as solid as a rock.

Jun Lin tried several more times, but how could anyone catch the glow in the sky?

She laughed: "If I can't catch it, then forget it. I don't want it."

Manhuang: "Does the Lord like it?"

Jun Lin: "If I like it but can't catch it, then I don't like it anymore."

The childish words made him chuckle softly, and even his shoulders were shaking slowly.

Jun Lin frowned, retracted his right hand, and tightly grasped his neck with both arms: "Earthquake?"

Manhuang said honestly: "The ground is not shaking, it is me who is moving."

She said "oh" and stopped talking, her eyes darting around aimlessly.

It passed over the flowers, plants and trees, passed over the clouds and the sunset glow, and finally, with its head slightly tilted, it landed on the red heavy sword behind Manhuang.

She was worried: "I'm telling you, don't carry it when you have nothing to do. It's so tiring."

This time, Manhuang shook his head decisively: "No."

This was the treasure she had given him.

The man firmly and stubbornly repeated: "Lord, no."

The host is safe only when he has a weapon, and he is responsible for having the sword available at all times.

The two drunken men were now confused. Jun Lin patted his head to signal him to put her down, so the king's vicious dog squatted down meekly and sent her down with care.

Jun Lin staggered again, rubbing his aching brows: "If you say no, then no."

She said sincerely: "Of course I will obey you."

Manhuang began to smile foolishly, and his honest appearance made him look more like a well-behaved and lovable big dog.

I was so happy that it felt like there was a tail wagging behind me.

Jun Lin turned around and opened his arms to him, his whole body full of excitement: "Lift it up high!"

The owner, who is 1.7 meters tall, makes a request to the loyal dog, who is 2 meters tall.

His arms passed under her armpits, and in just a breath, she was lifted high up by Manhuang.

He lifted her up and spun her around, then let her sit in his arms, held her feet with one hand and started running. The air whizzed past his ears and the whole courtyard was filled with his clear laughter.

Not far away, someone was watching this scene quietly, his gaze slowly moved from Manhuang to the Emperor Jing who was laughing wildly, and finally left with a blank expression.

Jun Lin tilted his head, and even though he didn't see the person clearly, he still said in a daze: "I'm not in a clear mind right now. If this person really comes in and disturbs my fun, I might really kill him."

Manhuang was also drunk, so he was unexpectedly bolder: "The Lord is very willful."

“I’ve always been like this.”

"Barbaric likes a willful master."

"Hahahahahaha, I like wild things too. I like all kinds of them."

The last ray of sunset glow disappears completely, and soon night will come, followed by a tomorrow full of hope.

…

night.

The moon is high in the sky.

There was a faint sound in Wangchuan Pavilion.

Shen Sinian, who had been hiding, suddenly frowned. The young man frowned and observed carefully and vigilantly with the hilt of the sword in his hand.

There was the slight sound of tiles being stepped on, and then the door opened quietly, and a masked man in black flashed in very quickly.

After closing the door, the man stared at Bingwen with dead eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Number One, it's time to go."

The man who was originally as gentle as jade was now like an emotionless puppet, with a blank look in his eyes and a murderous aura as if the god of death had descended.

Bingwen, no, it should be said that it was Number One who raised his eyelids and scanned every object in the hall with nostalgia. Finally, he smiled with his lips bent, uttered a very light sound, and then all the light was extinguished.

"Let's go, number three."

He opened his lips and followed Number Three into complete darkness.

It is a place where even light cannot penetrate.

The two figures disappeared like ghosts in an instant, and Shen Sinian's calm appearance was gone. The situation was so bad that his frowning brows did not relax for a moment.

The opponent is very strong, so he has to be extremely careful in order not to be discovered.

The young head of the Shen family followed the king's will, used all his knowledge, and followed the two people away at a subtle distance.

The place he was going to was southern Xinjiang, where he would enter the enemy camp alone.

But since he had the king's expectations, he felt that he was invincible.