Chapter 220 You deserve to die for disrupting my Dao heart!
"Xixi, what kind of manners are you to stand on a chair like that? Get down from here right now!"
"oh……"
Jun Yi picked her up and pinched her chubby cheeks, thinking to himself: I wonder who she got this lively personality from?
Thinking of his daughter, whose origins were shrouded in mystery, Jun Yi felt a cloud of worry descend upon him. He had inquired about her carefully when she woke up.
But the girl knew nothing when he asked, so there was no point in asking further. He had no choice but to give up.
Fortunately, Ye Luo didn't seem angry about it, which calmed him down a bit; otherwise, he would have been devastated.
"Come on, Xixi, have some sweet soup first."
Ye Luo placed the cooled sweet soup in front of her, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure flashing past the window. He stared at it with some confusion, but couldn't see anything.
"Master has arrived!"
At this moment, Ming Cang came down from upstairs, sat down next to Cen Feng, and coughed lightly: "Alright, our Peach Blossom Valley has won a great victory today, let's have a simple celebration!"
"Come, drink this cup to the brim!"
"cheers!"
Seeing everyone drinking so enthusiastically, Ye Xi, biting her little spoon, said with a wronged expression, "Xi Xi wants to drink too..."
"Hahaha, alright, Third Uncle will give you a sip!"
As Yu Qianling was about to hand over the wine glass, Ye Luo snatched it away, looking speechless, and said, "Third Senior Sister, are you sure you shouldn't drink anymore?"
"No!"
Upon hearing his words, Yu Qianling panicked and quickly snatched the wine glass from his hand, forcing a dry laugh, "I was just joking with Xixi... Junior Brother, don't be angry, I was wrong!"
Ye Xi pouted: "Hmph, Third Martial Uncle is such a coward."
Yu Qianling: "..."
Hearing this, everyone was amused, and the previously somewhat dull atmosphere became a little more lively.
"Alright, today Xiao Feng defeated eight opponents by himself and won a great victory for Peach Blossom Valley with an absolute advantage. Let's all raise a glass to him!"
Cen Feng: "Huh?"
After Ming Cang gave a wink, everyone understood and stepped forward, offering toasts one, two, three cups at a time, leaving Cen Feng somewhat overwhelmed.
A clinking sound of porcelain rang out. Ye Xi listlessly stirred the sweet soup in her bowl. "Xi Xi won too... how come there's no reward..."
"Who said there isn't?" Ming Cang smiled, picked up a large, glistening chicken leg, and gently placed it in her small bowl. "Here's a big chicken leg for you!"
"Huh? But chicken legs don't taste good... Xixi still wants to drink..."
Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback. How come this girl is just like Yu Qianling, so young yet already addicted to alcohol?
Yu Xian'er covered her mouth and smiled, "Then Xixi should grow up quickly so she can drink like Third Uncle."
"Mmm!" Ye Xi jogged over and touched her lower abdomen, saying, "By then, Xi Xi can drink it with the baby!"
Yu Xian'er: "???"
Everyone was speechless for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.
After several rounds of drinks, everyone's cheeks were flushed, and they were slumped over the table, looking disheveled.
By this time, Cen Feng had also drunk quite a bit. His face, hazy with intoxication, showed signs of fatigue. He staggered to his feet, took a bottle of wine, and headed upstairs.
Ming Cang watched his departing figure, shook his head and sighed, gave Nan Muyin a few instructions, and then went back to his room.
Cen Feng staggered into the room, lay down on the small soft couch by the window, and listened to the pattering rain outside the eaves. He immediately felt much more at peace and leisurely sipped the rice wine in his hand.
Gradually, a wave of weariness washed over him, and thanks to the effects of the alcohol, he was able to have a good sleep and drifted into a deep dream.
"Senior brother..."
"Senior brother...I miss you so much..."
"Xiao Feng... Feng Feng..."
"My baby..."
The tender whisper in his ear brought tears to Cen Feng's eyes. Had the torment that had plagued him for so long returned?
But even though he knew it was fake, even though he knew it was a demonic entity that would shake his resolve, he was still willing to succumb to that moment of pleasure...
Suddenly, Cen Feng felt a pair of warm lips gently kiss away the tear stains at the corners of his eyes, then slide down to his cheeks and kiss his lips as he moaned softly.
"Ugh... Demon... Get away from me!"
"Don't be afraid, it'll be alright... It'll disappear soon."
"Get away..." Cen Feng struggled violently, only to find himself firmly restrained, and the persistent kisses became even more rampant.
He groggily opened his eyes and saw broad, undulating shoulders, and that face that evoked both love and hate in him…
asshole!
They're still bullying him.
"You've disrupted my Daoist mind... You deserve to die... You deserve to die!!"
A resolute look appeared in Cen Feng's hazy eyes. He summoned a dagger and stabbed it fiercely. The "demonic barrier" on his body groaned in pain, and a moment later, a bloody smell spread.
"Senior brother...you want to kill me?"
In a daze, Cen Feng met a pair of wounded eyes, and his heart suddenly ached. "Shut up! Don't call me... You deserve to die... Disappear from here... Please, please!"
After a long silence, a sigh was heard. A pair of slightly trembling hands cupped his face, gently kissing his brows and eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Alright... as you wish..."
"But, how about I hand you over to me one more time, as my atonement?"
Before Cen Feng could refuse, he was overwhelmed by the intense heat and burning desire, losing his senses and drowning in the sea of lust.
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