Chapter 166 So many... people
Jiang Xingxing.
No matter how drunk she was, Jiang Xianwan immediately swayed and struggled to turn her head away.
"Okay...okay, okay."
Her speech was unclear, as if it were separated by a thick layer of water, making it difficult to hear clearly.
Feng Huixue knew her best, so she quickly picked up the sleepy Jiang Xingxing and placed her on her lap.
Jiang Xianwan tried to gently wrap her arms around him, and then quieted down.
Her consciousness seemed to be dragged into chaos. After a long while, she tried again to lift her eyelashes and look at Hua Buxiu.
It was like rambling incoherently.
Unclear pronunciation.
"Master..."
"You...you like him?"
Feng Huixue: "..."
really.
Even if a heartless woman is dead drunk, she's still afraid he'll keep spending money on her!
Fei Ling and the other two couldn't help but keep looking at the flowers.
He may appear relaxed and lazy, but his wrists are actually the strongest.
Of the five men in front of her, she noticed Hua Buxiu first. Despite being drunk and unsure whether the man before her was real or not, it couldn't diminish the deep care she felt for him.
Hua Buxiu lowered his eyelashes and gazed quietly into his disciple's drunken, hazy eyes.
One can sense a hint of unease, tension, and seriousness in his expression.
My thoughts suddenly felt like a reed being plucked hard, twisting and turning in a whirring motion, and I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was.
However, all the anger in my heart dissipated at that moment.
Hua Buxiu took a closer look at Jiang Xingxing.
He circled the two figures, one large and one small, their features remarkably similar.
After an unknown amount of time, a soft light filled his eyes, and he spoke in a low, gentle voice, "I like it."
He naturally liked the wicked disciple's.
like.
Jiang Xianwan heard those two words.
Her eyes trembled slightly with mist, her disheveled gaze like the moon breaking through clouds, revealing a hint of unbelievable joy.
"You...like him?"
She asked uncertainly, instinctively reaching for Hua Buxiu's clothes, but her fingers dangled unsteadily.
Hua Buxiu grasped her fingertips, cupped them in his palm, examined his wayward disciple for a moment, raised an eyebrow slightly, and suddenly smiled at her, his familiar tone carrying a hint of annoyance, "Do you want your master to swear an oath for you?"
"want!"
Jiang Xianwan blurted it out.
The sound was quite loud.
You can tell from your voice that you really want it.
The four men who were watching silently: "..."
What made them gasp even more was that Jiang Xianwan, in a daze, stretched out her arms, squeezed Jiang Xingxing between them, wrapped her arms around Hua Buxiu's neck, and then gently rubbed her cheek against his neck.
“Master, you…swear an oath.”
Four men: "..."
Hua Buxiu: "..."
He was both amused and annoyed. He steadied her waist, the two of them, one big and one small, and held her firmly in his arms. Helplessly, he went along with her, saying, "I swear."
Let the wicked disciple run wild for a couple of seconds. It would be best if he could still maintain his arrogance, surrounded by men, when he wakes up.
Jiang Xianwan, however, seemed to have achieved a sense of fulfillment in an instant, completely unaware of the hellish scene that awaited her the next day.
His forearm hung limply, and the pitiful focus in his pupils vanished once more.
Her eyelashes drooped listlessly, her gaze was fixed on nothingness, she remained silent, motionless, and it was unclear what she was thinking.
Feng Huixue carefully carried Jiang Xingxing over and placed her on the couch.
I had just pulled the covers up when I heard a self-talking voice with an extremely long reaction time.
"So many... people."
The five people: "..." You just noticed?
Upon arriving here, a rich, strange atmosphere silently permeated the air.
Five pairs of eyes were fixed on Jiang Xianwan's face, each with a different expression.
It is not difficult to see that Hua Buxiu Feng Huixue and Yun Weize have roughly the same reaction.
His clenched teeth held a hint of resentment.
Fei Ling quietly moved closer, her dimples barely visible, trying to make an appearance.
After all, he wore a mask both times he met Jiang Xianwan.
Di Yin silently reflected on himself and admonished himself, his color as clear and white as snow, his expression the gentlest of all.
He had made thorough preparations over the past few days, and naturally he would not allow himself to make any mistakes or show any signs of jealousy.
While keeping an eye on Jiang Xianwan from under her eyelashes, she placed the sleeping fish, which was lying askew in her sleeve, into Jiang Xingxing's arms.
Jiang Xianwan, whether willingly or unwillingly, drank heavily for three days in a row, knocking out a group of demons and monsters. His victorious and proud laughter was incredibly arrogant.
Jiang Xingxing had been separated from her for a long time, and was always obedient and patient. He missed her day and night for several days and couldn't bear to sleep.
She obediently took care of her mother and stayed with her for three days.
She had just fallen asleep and was completely still.
Di Yin glanced at Jiang Xianwan, then at Jiang Xingxing. Seeing that Feng Huixue wasn't paying attention, he mustered his courage and secretly peeked his fingertips out from his sleeve, finally... gently touching that little hand that still had a bit of baby fat.
My heart was instantly filled with emotion, and my eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.
The atmosphere on Jiang Xianwan's side, however, was not so relaxed.
Four sharp, pointed gazes, almost tangible, managed to dispel three-tenths of her intoxication.
His eyes darted around with difficulty, a hint of surprise in them. "Feng Huixue?"
Feng Huixue: "..." You finally saw me?
You heartless brat!
Feng Huixue gently pinched her cheek. Despite feeling extremely jealous, she gritted her teeth and endured it, grumbling, "It's me."
We'll settle the score tomorrow when she wakes up.
This matter needs to be formalized at the very least.
Jiang Xianwan, seemingly oblivious to whether he had heard her, slowly shifted his gaze, "Emperor... Venerable?"
Yun Weize: "..." You still know I'm here?
Shouldn't he be here?
He thought that Jiang Xianwan had six men, so how could she possibly see any other men?
Yun Weize had barely managed to hold on until now, forcing a gentle smile onto his lips, and uttering each word through gritted teeth, which was not quite right, "Yes, indeed."
Jiang Xianwan, you just wait.
But then she asked curiously, "Where is Di Yin?"
Unable to maintain her remaining composure, she bit her lip hard.
very good.
Jiang Xianwan did a great job.
I touched his whole body countless times, kissed and nibbled at him, and after looking at his body, I forgot about it the moment I turned my back. I couldn't even enjoy drinking water as much.
A completely irresponsible and improper attitude.
She herself is fickle, and this is how she treats him, who is pure and innocent?
Jiang Xianwan was truly wronged. What he was actually thinking was: Why didn't these two play chess?
Upon hearing her question, a tender light, which he could not contain, flashed in Di Yin's eyes. He quickly leaned forward, gently brushed aside a strand of hair at her temple, and said softly, "Wanwan."
"I am here."
Every night she asks him, and she knows he holds a place in her heart.
That's enough.
Seeing that she was the only one left who hadn't been chosen, Fei Ling was extremely anxious.
Ignoring the three pairs of death stares, she brought her pretty face close, as if trying to make her presence known, and swayed a few times.
His lips were like cinnabar, his eyebrows like magnolia buds, and his eyes, full of smiles, were like spring water rising green, faintly shimmering with starlight. He looked at her with tender affection, at eye level, and said, "Wanwan."
Jiang Xianwan did indeed notice him.
She seemed to see double images flickering in her eyes as she carefully examined the beautiful face with delicate eyebrows and a hint of spring in her eyes, gradually becoming somewhat puzzled.
Fei Ling keenly noticed this doubt. As she parted her lips slightly, as if about to say something, her slender fingers quickly clenched, and a milky white bone hairpin fell from her black hair into his palm.
She gently extended it forward, the smile in her eyes and at the corners of her lips like a sweet, stringy treat, subtly guiding the conversation, "Fei Ling, I am Fei Ling."
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