The female master is handed over to you tonight
Hou Buye glanced at him coldly, his colorful glass eyes slightly out of focus, but he still poured the wine that Bai Cang poured into the bowl into his mouth. The amber liquid overflowed from the corners of his lips and rolled down his chin.
Although he hated Fu Ying to the core, this thing was a good remedy to heal his old wounds.
There was bloodshot in Teng's eyes, red around his eyes, and wine flowed down the corners of his lips.
Dizzy, he gulped down wine, swallowing mechanically. As his Adam's apple rolled, he felt the burning of the beast crystal grow more intense. He parted his thin lips and uttered a hoarse murmur, "Become stronger."
He clasped the wine bowl with his pale knuckles and took a bite of the charred roast meat. The moment the fat burst between his lips and teeth, he tilted his head back and took a sip of the wine. It was so hot in his throat that a layer of mist appeared in his purple eyes.
This perfect enjoyment made the corners of his eyes show a bit of satisfaction, and the coldness in his eyes dissipated a lot.
His condition was obviously much better than Teng and Buye Hou. His mind was still clear. He turned a deaf ear to Bai Cang's urging to drink and just ate the meat and drank the wine slowly at his own pace, feeling very happy.
Bai Cang's eyes moved, and the light of the wine in the bowl flashed across his eyes. He just glanced at Ni casually and then retracted his gaze, turning to focus on Qinglan, even putting all his attention on the latter.
It was because among the males at the bamboo table, he was the only one whose eyes remained clear and bright while they were toasting each other.
Fu Ying held the wine glass with his fingertips, gently swirling out an arc of bright light, and taking a sip from time to time.
She suddenly noticed where Bai Cang was looking, and she followed his gaze.
Qinglan drank alone, one sip after another, neither fast nor slow. He drank a lot of wine, but his grayish-brown eyes were like frost and snow, always cold and clear, as if what he swallowed was not liquor, but cool mountain spring water.
Fu Ying raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.
The aftereffect of the wine brewed from the magical rice will burn in the blood, and for orcs, the effect will only be stronger.
But Qinglan's wrist holding the wine bowl did not move at all, even the arc of the wine sliding into his throat was restrained to just right, and his long eyelashes cast a cold shadow on his tall nose.
No matter what he did, it was like a snowy field that never melted, always chilly.
This kind of loneliness and coldness, untainted by the dust, is the most alluring, making people want to crush his purity like frost and snow, until those clear gray-brown pupils are stained with red mist, making the bright moon fall into the quagmire.
"Drink more." Seeing that Qinglan's bowl was empty again, Bai Cang picked up the wine jar and poured some into his bowl: "The wine brewed from spiritual rice can help you advance to the Star Mark. When you are stronger, you can protect Aying well in the future. Don't let her get hurt again."
The amber wine drew a thin and bright arc, and Qinglan's wine bowl was full again.
Qinglan paused for a moment, then looked up at Fuying.
His cold and clean brows were tinged with a touch of softness, and he replied, "Okay."
After he finished speaking, he tilted his head back and drank it all. As his Adam's apple rolled, the bowl was empty.
As he moved, the jade beads in his flaxen hair bumped against each other, making a series of clear and crisp sounds.
Bai Cang paused, his eyes following the sound of the jade beads. Without much thought, such an exquisite object was totally not found in the Orc Continent. Who else could have given it to him except her?
There was a dark tide in his eyes as he turned to look at Fu Ying.
She just lowered her eyes and drank, a blush on her fair skin, which made her look even more charming. Her red lips opened and closed, showing her charm. When she noticed his gaze, she lifted her long hair and smiled, which was particularly seductive.
He suddenly turned his eyes away, his Adam's apple rolled violently, he took a deep breath, and took another sip of ice-cold wine, before he suppressed the charming thoughts inch by inch back into his heart.
The wine jar was empty, and Teng and Buyehou collapsed in the corridor, still mumbling drunken words.
Leaning against the bamboo house, her purple eyes were slightly closed, and her long curly violet hair cascaded down.
Although he was not in a disheveled state, his breathing was getting heavier, and it was obvious that he was very drunk. The night wind blew through his long hair, half covering the spring color on his face, and a faint fragrance floated in the air, just like the stamens of a flower that was closing with fatigue.
At the table, apart from Fu Ying, the only two people who were clear-headed were Bai Cang and Qing Lan.
Fu Ying tapped lightly on the bamboo table with his fingertips, reflecting the figures of the two people.
Bai Cang leaned against the bamboo table, gently stroking the wine jar with his fingertips. The wine cast a blush on his gorgeous face, adding to his beauty.
Qinglan was still sitting upright quietly, with his eyebrows lowered, and his slender fingers playing with the jade beads in his hair. The jade beads flowed without making any sound. His eyebrows and eyes, as clear as snow, did not show any sign of drunkenness.
Fuying supported his chin and looked at Qinglan with interest, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
——I was wrong.
She really didn't expect that Qinglan had a face that looked like he couldn't handle alcohol, but he drank all night without getting drunk at all. Instead, the people who were staggering and drunk beside him looked like mortal ghosts.
"It's getting late." The redness at the corners of Bai Cang's eyes had not faded, but he had already stood up by supporting himself on the table.
The long silver hair cascaded down, as bright as moonlight.
He glanced at Qinglan, his voice lingering with a hint of drunken hoarseness: "Qinglan, tonight, the female master is in your hands."
Bai Cang's eyes lingered on Fu Ying for a moment, then he restrained himself and turned to walk into the bamboo house.
Fu Ying paused slightly, then suddenly stood up and turned to the stunned Qing Lan and said, "Wait a moment."
Fu Ying followed Bai Cang into the bamboo house and saw Bai Cang bending over to pick up Tuanzi on the bamboo bed. The little cub smelled the scent of his father, rubbed against him in his arms, and whimpered slightly in his sleep.
Bai Cang didn't seem surprised when he turned around and saw her.
He walked forward slowly, leaning slightly, his silver hair falling on his shoulders, shining like flowing water.
Their breaths intertwined, and at the moment their foreheads touched, Bai Cang chuckled softly, his breath with the aroma of wine brushing against her plump red lips, his voice still lingering: "Go, he wins tonight."
Fu Ying's eyes flashed slightly and met Bai Cang's amber eyes.
Those eyes seemed to contain shattered stars, so gentle that they almost drowned people. He whispered softly, "No matter what you want to do, I will always be with you, Aying."
The lingering sound of Bai Cang's voice intertwined with each other's breaths.
Fu Ying's eyes were clear, and even though there was a ripple in her heart, it quickly returned to calm.
After all, she is just a passer-by traveling through the three thousand small worlds. This is just her retirement world, and they are just simple mission targets. Everything here is just a dream.
Fu Ying raised her eyebrow and said in a charming voice, "You're drunk. Be careful not to vomit at night."
The delicate, beautiful fox who loves to lie down will never stay for anyone.
She turned and walked out of the bamboo house, naturally taking Qinglan's hand.
"Let's go." Fu Ying gently scratched Qinglan's palm and said, "Let me see your new bamboo house."
Qinglan's breathing paused slightly as she followed Fuying. The jade beads in her hair rubbed against each other with each step, creating crisp sounds and tiny halos of light. In the distance, under a newly built bamboo house, a string of bone bells hung, spinning gently with the falling rain.
Bai Cang stood there holding Tuanzi, a few strands of his silver hair were blown up. He watched the two people walking away, and suddenly a heavy feeling surged between his brows, and frost formed in his eyes.
He vaguely sensed that Aying's attitude just now was almost "strange".
She is not really Fuying, so will she leave one day?
This thought passed through Bai Cang's mind like a dark cloud. His eyes were cold and he glanced sideways at the people who were stumbling around, and his knuckles tightened silently.
They must make Aying stay willingly.
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