Chapter 26

Chapter 26

Cassel didn't know what to say, so he could only purse his lips and not respond. Nie Wuhen did not say anything either, and the two of them fell silent again, walking in silence until they passed the place where clothes and elixirs were sold and walked to another place where food was sold. Nie Wuhen stopped and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"No." Cassel said sullenly.

Nie Wuhen didn't quite understand where his unhappiness came from. After hesitating for a while, he led his men directly into a restaurant.

The restaurant is spacious, with two floors. The four corners of the eaves outside were raised, with bells hanging upside down. When the wind blew, the bells made a tinkling sound. Both the upper and lower floors were filled with tables, the waiters were calling out, and customers were coming and going in an endless stream.

When Nie Wuhen entered, the waiter brought a pot of wine and said with a smile: "Sir, you came at the right time. Today is Ghost Festival. All the taverns are giving out peach blossom wine to ward off evil spirits. It's a good thing to drink to relieve your sorrow. If you get drunk, there are guest rooms. Just enjoy yourself."

Nie Wuhen nodded, his voice still cold: "Prepare another guest room, thank you."

The waiter touched his head happily and said, "Okay. I wonder what you would like to eat."

"Give me one portion each," Nie Wuhen put down a night-light pearl and said, "Pack them all up."

The waiter took the night pearl with a smile on his face, and said "OK". When he turned to leave, he asked someone to deliver a few jars of wine, saying it was free. Nie Wuhen did not refuse.

The wine had a rich aroma, and as Cassel smelled it, he became curious. He was originally lying on the table listlessly - because he missed home. When he first heard the words "drinking to drown his sorrows", he was stunned for a moment.

"This wine..." Cassel couldn't help but lie on the table and reach out to poke the wine jar, "What is it? Is it sweet?"

"Sweet." Nie Wuhen reached out, picked up the wine jug, poured a glass, handed it to Cassel, and said, "Would you like to try it? It can ward off evil spirits."

"Exorcise evil spirits" Cassel took the wine glass, lowered his head and sniffed it gently, "Hmm, it smells so good."

"In short, it is to sweep away the dust. This is the tradition of Yundian." Nie Wuhen poured another glass of wine, took a sip, and added, "There is no such tradition in the mortal world."

Cassel was still eager to try it. He wanted to drink it, but was afraid it wouldn't taste good, so he just looked at Nie Wuhen and asked him if it tasted good.

Nie Wuhen nodded and said it tasted good.

Cassel squinted his eyes and smiled, holding the wine glass with both hands, and took a big sip. He choked and coughed until tears came out. He threw the wine glass away and accused Nie Wuhen of lying.

In front of him, Nie Wuhen opened the jar of wine and drank the whole thing. After he finished, he lowered his eyes, wiped his mouth, and turned the jar upside down - not a drop was left.

Nie Wuhen didn't look like he was getting drunk at all. He nodded to Cassel again and repeated that it was delicious.

Cassel was suspicious. He began to doubt his sense of taste, so he simply opened a jar of wine, held it in both hands and poured a bowl of it, then lowered his head and took a sip.

“…”

Cassel's face wrinkled into a ball. He swallowed it with great effort, looking as if he had seen a ghost: "Why... I don't think it tastes good."

Nie Wuhen slowly opened another jar of wine, poured a bowl, and said, "It will taste better if you drink it a few more times. You can't taste it after one or two times."

Cassel became even more suspicious. He tried to swallow again, it was still spicy, but he didn't say anything and drank the whole bowl in one breath. After finishing it all, the moment he raised his eyes, he felt that Nie Wuhen in front of him was a little blurry.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyelashes were trembling, and her lips were moist and bright red as if they were smeared with rouge. He raised his eyes, and his eyes were as clear as if filled with spring water.

Cassel felt dizzy. He put down the bowl and stroked his head weakly. He spoke in a muffled and soft voice: "Nie Wuhen...it doesn't taste good. I drank it all...it's much better."

Nie Wuhen put down the bowl, looked down at him, and asked him: "Who am I?"

"Nie, Nie Wuhen..."

"What about Barbatos?" Nie Wuhen stretched out his hand and gently pinched Tuan's chin, forcing him to look at him. When their eyes met, Nie Wuhen repeated his question, "What is the relationship between you and Barbatos?"

"It's so hot." Cassel was a little confused. He felt a little hot, hot all over. He wanted to pull off his clothes, but someone held his hand to stop him.

The hand was cool, and Cassel felt particularly comfortable. He simply put his head in Nie Wuhen's palm, rubbed his cheek against it, and hummed coquettishly: "It's so comfortable..."

Nie Wuhen's serious expression relaxed a little, as if an iceberg had cracked. Obviously it was Cassel who was drunk, but Nie Wuhen felt that he was a little drunk as well. But that shouldn't be the case, as it was only two jars of wine.

Nie Wuhen exhaled slowly, stood up and walked in front of Cassel. Their location is at a corner, and there are so many people coming and going that no one would notice this place.

Nie Wuhen picked up Cassel, and the moment he turned around, the two of them disappeared from the spot, leaving only a breeze blowing and the aroma of wine.

"Caselle," Nie Wuhen put him on the bed. He kept his hand on Cassel's face while lifting his face up, stubbornly asking a question, "Barbatos, what's your relationship with him?"

"He, he is my good friend," Cassel leaned over, smiling foolishly, flapping his wings behind him a few times. He picked at his clothes and muttered, "I'm so hot."

friend……

Nie Wuhen frowned.

Sometimes he's talking about his father, sometimes about his friend. Last time he said his favorite was Barbatos. How can this drunk man just keep talking nonsense? Which of his statements is true and which is false?

While he was thinking, Cassel had almost torn off his clothes, but he still felt hot. With his cheeks flushed with drunkenness, Cassel was no longer satisfied with just holding Nie Wuhen's hand. The hand was already extremely hot, it was no longer cool and was of no use.

He started to make a fuss, mumbling, pulling Nie Wuhen's hand away, and said he wanted to find Barbatos. As he spoke, he felt aggrieved, tears streaming down his face. He said, "I want to go home. When will Barbatos come to pick me up? I've been behaving myself..."

"Barbatos..."

Nie Wuhen pulled the corner of his mouth and said nothing. He wiped Cassel's tears resignedly and didn't ask another question.

He felt like he was really crazy. He got the man drunk just to ask this question, but the answer he got was not what he wanted. Nie Wuhen felt even more aggrieved and despised himself in his heart.

I didn't dare to ask in person, but I dared to ask when I was drunk.

Feeling a little sour in his heart, Nie Wuhen lowered his eyes and pressed hard. He was too lazy to dwell on the reasons why he did this, just as he didn't want to ask anything now, not even say a word.

Cassel hugged Nie Wuhen and cried for Barbatos. When he was tired of crying, he closed his eyes, tilted his head, and fell asleep again.

Nie Wuhen silently watched the pair of wings drooping down, listless - he had not yet told Cassel that the pair of black little wings behind him seemed to have grown some feathers. Pure white, like his fishtail in the South China Sea.

When Cassel woke up, he felt a slight headache. He rubbed his temple and only remembered that he lost consciousness after drinking a bowl of wine.

The surroundings were unfamiliar, with a table and a bed, a beaded curtain drawn, and not far away, a familiar figure was resting with his eyes closed.

"Nie Wuhen," Cassel opened the quilt and got out of bed. His voice was a little hoarse and his eyes were red, as if he had just cried. He raised his hand, moved the beaded curtain aside, yawned and walked to Nie Wuhen, asking him, "Why did I fall asleep?"

Nie Wuhen's voice sounded like it was soaked in ice water: "I don't know."

Cassel was confused. He touched his head and thought to himself that he hadn't done anything wrong, so why was he acting weird again? Nie Wuhen's current state is exactly the same as the state of the jealous demon when he was cuckolded by the sex demon.

Cassel couldn't help it. He didn't want to face someone's indifference for no reason all the time, so he just said it out loud, but he was obviously not confident enough: "Why are you like a jealous devil? Have you been cuckolded too?"

Nie Wuhen: "...get out."

Cassel's eyes lit up: "Really?!"

Nie Wuhen: “…”

Cassel actually pushed the door open and walked out. He took the bag of night-shining pearls given by Nie Wuhen and tried to go outside alone to take a look.

He didn't know which way to go, and was afraid that if he was too far away from Nie Wuhen, he wouldn't be able to recognize the way back, so he just wandered around here. But as he was walking around, he was attracted by the smell of the roast chicken. Forgetting his worries for a moment, he ran to the waiter and said he wanted a plate of roast chicken.

The waiter naturally responded with a smile on his face.

Cassel found a place and sat down. He looked around and felt that he was too bored, so he took out the bag of night pearls that Nie Wuhen had given him, poured them all on the table, and counted them one by one.

The noisy environment suddenly became quiet with the sound of ding-dong and his whispered counting. Everyone turned their eyes to Cassel at the same time, and then to the Night Pearl.

How rich is this?

Cassel was heartless and was still counting seriously. When he counted to the 50th, a shadow fell in front of him. He felt a little strange and looked over in confusion. He saw an old man with a vicissitudes of life sitting opposite him, smiling and saying:

"My dear little brother, would you like to have your fortune told? My fortune-telling ability is well-known in this area."

There was sighing all around, but no one came to stop it.

In short, they all wanted to know whether someone who owned so many night pearls was particularly easy to be deceived. He looked innocent, but no one knew what he was thinking.

"I don't want it," Cassel was sharp-eyed. He saw that the fortune teller had one of his night-shining pearls under his sleeve, so he stretched out his hand and pulled it, saying, "You are pressing my night-shining pearl, get out of the way quickly."

The fortune teller smiled and moved his sleeves. He watched Cassel put the night-shining pearl into his pocket. He was unwilling to give up and said, "Don't disbelieve me, little brother. I am very accurate in fortune telling. Even if you don't want to have your fortune told, I have a lot of things here. I have everything you need. For example, a magic elixir that can make you live a hundred years."

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