In this world, there will be no one that everyone likes.

Even if it is money, some people will not like it.

Not to mention people.

Zhao Yang chose to ignore those who don’t like him.

When his character returned to Shangyin Academy, Bai Yu, who had left the Qin Palace, had already appeared in front of him.

"What's going on? Why do you have the idea of ​​going west?"

The new Wu'an Hou Zhisun was carrying a pot of wine. He had a steel gun split into three segments on his back, and there was no color on his face.

Are you a little annoyed?

After all, when they needed help the most, Zhao Yang, one of the core, chose to leave.

Or is it a little sad?

Even if they have been together for ten years, they are not people from the same world after all.

"I'm tired, tired, I want to go out for a walk."

He walked into the study on his own, followed by Bai Yu.

Just like a sentence that a certain son of flame said in reality.

Success or failure is finalized, and there is no need to bother future generations.

When it comes to those martial souls in the Milky Way, Zhao Yang and Li Liang have the same views.

It can be used, but it must not be used as a reliance.

"Where to go? Go to the West? What's the best there?"

Bai Yu threw a jar on the table.

"Forget it, since you want to leave, I won't keep you. Today I brought wine, just to make a strong move for you! I wish our Daqin wine sacrificial flag a victory!"

A smile appeared on Bai Yu's face.

He believes in Zhao Yang.

No matter what Zhao Yang does, he thinks Zhao Yang is a brother.

"good."

The game character picks up the wine jar.

One drink.

And it's all!

"Daqin, thousands of victories!"

......

......

Drunk is a very uncomfortable feeling.

The body wants to vomit, but the soul is extremely awake.

Some things I wanted to say but were kept in my heart can be poured out one by one.

Zhao Yang himself hates the feeling of hangover.

But as a sword cultivator, if you don’t drink, you always feel that something is missing.

Lonely and cold?

Being taller than colder?

Who knows?

When he woke up from his dream and felt the hangover feeling coming from the depths of his soul, Zhao Yang reached out and stroked his forehead.

"It's a dream..."

Familiar ceiling.

Everything familiar.

It was silent for a while until Zhao Yang absorbed the headache caused by the game characters.

I glanced at my phone.

There are three missed calls on it.

One is my mother, and there is a text message to get up to have a meal.

One is an unknown call.

Another one is... Qiao Yue?

Looking at the row of numbers displayed on the phone, Zhao Yang thought about it and broadcasted it back to her.

The phone went through very quickly.

"I am Zhao Yang."

"Um."

On the opposite side of the phone, Qiao Yue was silent for a while and said softly: "Zhao Yang, congratulations."

"What are you congratulating?"

"Well, congratulations on taking office as the Daqin priest."

Did you know?

Zhao Yang's expression was calm.

There is no such pleasure as slapping the face in those novels.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Yang whispered: "Is there anything wrong with me?"

"have."

"explain."

"Can you come out and meet?"

Opposite the phone, Qiao Yue's voice was a little weak, as if she was worried that Zhao Yang would refuse.

Her worries were right.

"Feel sorry."

"Then...it's fine."

Qiao Yue hung up the phone.

Doodu.

Holding the phone, Zhao Yang was a little confused.

Why did Qiao Yue call?

After thinking a little, Zhao Yang suddenly realized.

He promised to find a sect for Qiao Yue as a support, but it seems that he hasn't done it yet?

Forgot...

Feeling the dizziness of his brain, Zhao Yang walked to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water.

Cold water touches the skin and penetrates the soul.

Sober.

Zhao Yang showed a touch of playfulness on his face.

"I actually want him to call me. I feel wronged. Miss Qiao."

He muttered like this, and after thinking about it, Zhao Yang broadcasted a phone call to Lin Yu.

Receive it in seconds!

"I am..."

"I know you are Zhao Yang!"

He interrupted Zhao Yang's words at a fast speed. On the opposite side of the phone, Lin Yu said helplessly: "Brother Zhao, now there are caller IDs on the phone, so don't always use this as the opening remark."

"Well...."

"Brother Zhao has something to come to me?"

"Um."

Zhao Yang was silent.

After thinking about it, he chuckled softly, "I miss you, come out and have a drink?"
To be continued...