Ying Wuji said with disgust: "He can't help at all. My head hurts a bit. Go back and help me press it."
"good……"
Then, there was no sound in the yard.
Xun Zhiyin: “…”
He was a little annoyed, but he could do nothing about it. These days, Ying Wuji had disgust written all over his face. He was just being uncomfortable if he just went over to him. He didn't expect Ying Wuji to be so stubborn. Even at this point, he was still unwilling to beg him.
After thinking for a while, he winked at the servant who was guarding the gate, and the servant quickly opened the gate.
Xun Zhiyin walked towards the pavilion, where the two people should have been sitting just now.
Before I got close, I could smell the fishy smell of alcohol. It seemed that Ying Wuji had vomited here.
The stone platform was in a mess, the inkstone was overturned, and there were ink stains everywhere. There were also a lot of torn papers on and below the stone platform, which was enough to show how angry Ying Wuji was just now.
This...what was he writing just now? Why did he tear it up again?
Xun Zhiyin quickly picked up the paper scraps. His anxiety and curiosity drove him to piece the papers together. Although there were a lot of ink stains, he could basically see what was written on them.
He looked at it carefully and read it out loud subconsciously.
"Essence Refining Realm, third level!"
"The young man had a blank expression on his face, but there was a hint of self-mockery on the corners of his lips. He clenched his palms tightly, and because of the force he used, his slightly sharp nails pierced deeply into his palms, causing waves of piercing pain."
He was stunned for a moment. Could this be the story written by Ying Wuji?
It's really a bit out of place, and the protagonist of the story is just a loser at the third level of the Refining Spirit Realm. Who would want to read the story of a loser? How can this beat "Shan Hai Gui Tan"?
Continue looking down.
The expression on Xun Zhiyin's face gradually became excited.
"Teng!"
After reading the last page, he stood up suddenly.
He returned to his residence, took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote furiously. Finally, he took out a token from the drawer and called the servant: "Be sure to give this to the young master!"
The servant took a closer look and saw a line of words written on the paper: Things change over time, don’t look down on the young and poor, sir!
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