"I see."
"What?"
"You were staring at the sky just now. You must be thinking about your lover flying to the upper realm, right?"
Zhao Ruoluo spoke in a gloomy tone and withdrew his gaze.
“…”
Yang Fan looked at Zhao Ruoluo speechlessly. Why would this little girl think so much?
However, Yang Fan was indeed curious about what was happening to that beautiful girl Su Qingxue now that she was in the upper realm.
The atmosphere is a bit depressing.
Yang Fan shook his head and didn't continue the topic, then took a sip of wine.
The liquor has a light aroma when you take a sip, and it tastes very good.
And... the taste was different from the wine Yang Fan had drunk before.
"What kind of wine is this?"
Yang Fan looked down at the wine jug in surprise.
"The Immortal is Drunk."
"Immortal drunk?"
"Our ancient tribe uses secret methods to brew fine wine. Isn't it delicious?"
Zhao Ruoluo's rosy little face was full of pride.
Although their ancient clan is not very good in other aspects, in terms of winemaking... they are definitely unique.
“Good wine!”
Yang Fan exclaimed in praise and started tasting it again.
It's really delicious, and the more you drink it, the more you want to drink it.
"Drink less. Even an immortal would get drunk if he drank too much of this wine."
Zhao Ruoluo kindly reminded.
"Pfft! Can a small pot of wine make me drunk?"
Yang Fan didn't believe it at all and continued drinking.
After a while, he felt a slight dizziness in his head.
"Are you drunk?"
Zhao Ruoluo glanced at Yang Fan's condition with a gloating look on his face.
"How is it possible..."
Yang Fan refused to admit it.
He wanted to mobilize the spiritual power in his body to dispel the dizzy and drunken feeling, but found that it didn't work.
At this time, an evening breeze blew by.
No way!
His head felt even more dizzy, and his body began to sway where he was sitting.
In the end, Yang Fan could no longer hold on and fell directly into Zhao Ruoluo's arms.
"ah!"
Faintly, Yang Fan heard Zhao Ruoluo's low exclamation.
pity.
His dizziness made him lose the ability to think.
Then he passed out drunk.
“So soft…”
This was Yang Fan’s last thought after he passed out drunk.
early morning.
Yang Fan woke up from his sleep.
When he opened his eyes, his mind was still a little blank.
After a while, he remembered that he was drunk last night.
After Si Yu got drunk, he bumped into Zhao Ruoluo's arms.
here it is……
Yang Fan shuddered, quickly lifted the quilt and looked inside the bed.
Fortunately... Fortunately...
"Are you awake?"
Suddenly, a faintly mocking voice came.
"Well……"
Yang Fan turned his head and found that it was the sword spirit Gu Luan, who had run out at some point.
Looking at the lonely phoenix with a face similar to Qingdi Qiyu, Yang Fan looked quite embarrassed.
"Why are you here?" Yang Fan asked curiously.
"Last night, that little girl from the Ancient Clan tried to strip you of your clothes, but I chased her away!"
The expression on Gu Luan's cold and beautiful little face was very serious and solemn.
“…”
Yang Fan stared at her in amazement, completely dumbfounded.
Zhao Ruolu: After he gets drunk, do you want to strip him of his clothes?
Then... Gu Luan suddenly appeared and drove her away?
although.
Although Yang Fan didn't see the scene with his own eyes, he could already imagine how embarrassing last night's incident was.
Is Zhao Ruoluo, that little girl, so bold and lawless?
"Shouldn't you thank me?"
Seeing that Yang Fan didn't say anything, Gu Luan spoke again.
"grateful……"
Yang Fan glanced at Gu Luan and no longer wanted to talk to her.
Why does he feel that the IQ of this sword spirit is about the same as that of Puppet Chan?
On the surface, it is the sword spirit of the Jingtian Ancient Sword. Could it be that it was sent by the Green Emperor to monitor him?
Then.
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