In the light rain at dusk, the air is filled with the fresh and moist fragrance of grass and trees.

During these three days, the monks from various famous families who died of drunkenness in the Night Palace also sobered up and became clear.

Sanqingjiu is extremely strong, and even though my body is still weak and unable to exert any energy after three days of sleeping, the taste of Sanqingjiu that enters my stomach is extremely nourishing, and the lingering spiritual power fills the divine palace.

When I woke up, three days passed without my noticing, but it was as if I had been practicing for thirty years. My cultivation was progressing rapidly. How could I not be happy? I only regretted that I could not have a few more mouths to drink the fairy wine during the night banquet.

In the side hall of the guest room, the door was pushed open with a creak. Yingxiu, neatly dressed and with a sword around his waist, walked out slowly.

He was dressed neatly and tidily, but if one looked closely, it was obvious that the belt on his waist had been tied with the wrong knot in a panic, and a pair of boots on his feet were also worn backwards.

He is not as noble and dignified as usual.

For some reason, he walked in a hurry and was quite flustered. His face had a look of despair, his lips were tightly pursed, and his face actually looked a little haggard and embarrassed, as if he had received some great humiliation.

"His Royal Highness Ying Xiu?" By coincidence, he bumped into a young and beautiful woman. Judging from her dress, she seemed to be a junior sister from the Tiannan Sect.

Tiannan Sect!

Yingxiu's hurried steps about to leave quickly stopped. He seemed to be surprised and took three steps back.

Looking at the woman in panic and vigilance, Yingxiu felt dizzy for a moment.

Although I knew in my heart that paper could not contain the fire, the unspeakable fact of being revealed now was still a bit embarrassing.

Yingxiu gritted his teeth, forced a gentle and calm posture, and said: "I was drunk and rested here for a few days, and I just woke up. I'm ashamed to say that I don't know how I fell down and rested here.

Feet, I can’t find my way back now. If you can guide me, junior sister, Yingxiu would be very grateful.”

The woman was stunned for a moment, and then she seemed to guess his thoughts at a glance. She frowned and said ruthlessly: "Three days ago, His Highness was very drunk. It was Senior Sister Du who helped His Highness fall asleep all the way. Your Highness is like this."

I just woke up and I was in a hurry to leave. I wonder...does my Senior Sister Du know?"

There was a 'bang' in Yingxiu's head, and his whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, and then the embarrassment that could not be concealed came over him like a tide.

For a second-rate immortal sect like the Tiannan Sect, even if their sect leader comes in person, he has the right to ignore them.

But right now, he felt ashamed and unbearable that he couldn't look directly at this woman.

Seeing Yingxiu's posture, she couldn't guess what kind of thoughts Yingxiu was hiding at the moment.

Although their Tiannan Sect cannot compare with the huge forces like the Tianxi Sword Sect and the Zhongyou Dynasty, they are not someone who can be humiliated.

That night, it was clear that His Highness, in front of everyone in Zhaozhao and his biological father, hugged Senior Sister Du and kissed her fiercely.

Who is Ying Xiu?

A true gentleman who is still in love, he has been waiting for the eldest lady in Cangwu Palace for two hundred years. During these two hundred years, he has never heard of any romantic affair about Yingxiu.

This prince of the Zhongyou Dynasty, the young master of Tianxi Sword Sect, an infatuated and dedicated man, is the best husband in the hearts of these immortal girls.

Now that it was a rare opportunity to catch him having sex after drinking, how could they, the Tiannan Sect, be willing to let go of this golden turtle husband who came to their doorstep.

Although the golden turtle has a very unique taste, among the girls, the one he picked out easily was Senior Sister Du, who had not been pursued by anyone for four hundred years.

But Senior Sister Du, let’s just say Senior Sister Du, she is a member of our sect after all. If she is entangled with the two threads of Zhongyou and Tianxi, wouldn’t it be just around the corner for their Tiannan Sect to rise?

Under the woman's questioning gaze, Yingxiu couldn't stand for a moment. He couldn't defend himself and said: "I...I didn't mean to do this."

The woman laughed angrily: "Every drunk man in the world will say this, but if he doesn't covet beauty, how can he act absurdly?"

It's okay that she didn't say this, but when she said Yingxiu, she felt as if she had been bitten by a rabbit. She was so angry: "I covet beauty?! With her handsome face, you think that's beauty?!"

The woman was also quick-tongued, speaking too carefully and without thinking, and a string of insulting words sprouted out like sprouts.

Now that I think about it, using the word "beautiful" to describe her sister Du's face that was struck by lightning is indeed a bit crazy.

She coughed lightly and was about to speak, but Yingxiu was in a hurry to get away and didn't have much patience. He glanced at her coldly, which immediately stopped her.

Yingxiu collected his embarrassment, tossed his sleeves and left.

When the female disciple of the Tiannan Sect rushed to the bedroom in the side hall, Du Yicui was lying on the desk counting the golden beans in a daze.

I thought I could still see her senior sister Du, pathetically wrapped in bed and moaning, but I never expected to see her lying there with her clothes neatly dressed and her hair styled meticulously, counting beans.

The woman felt dizzy and speechless. Could this be possible?

But that golden bean is clearly something abundant in Zhongyou, a weapon-refining treasure, secret gold.

This small plate is priceless.

"Ah, it's Junior Sister Cao." Du Yicui packed up the golden beans one by one, smoothed her hair, smiled slightly, and said: "This Yingxiu is quite generous."

Junior Sister Cao was speechless and puzzled: "Ah? Is this... accomplished or not?"

Du Yicui sneered with cold eyes, full of resentment: "It's like a firecracker. It explodes every time it hits. I thought the legendary Prince Zhongyou was so powerful, but it turns out he's just a fake tiger made of paper. It explodes as soon as it touches the water."

It’s no longer possible. I’ve spent all my efforts to achieve success, but this thing is really worthless. I finished it with only half a stick of incense, and I was so weak that I slept for three days before I got up.”

Looking at her look, she seemed to be disappointed to the core. Otherwise, if she was satisfied, how could she compare His Highness to "this guy"?

But it finally worked out. Zhongyou Dynasty and Tianxi Sword Sect were influenced by their Tiannan Sect.

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After all, this is Zhongyou...the only prince.

How can you think of being irresponsible when you sleep with an innocent girl?

Balian woke up from the cold. The glass of Sansake that he drank seemed to have ignited a huge fire in his body. After a while, he slowly began to feel a chill in his bones.

Since becoming a corpse demon and waking up, Balian hasn't felt the cold for a long time. Silk floating in the air fell lightly on his nose, tickling slightly. He couldn't help sneezing and woke up completely.

He moved slightly and found that he was only covered with a thin piece of clothing.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that the soft pillow beside him seemed to have been torn apart by life, and the snow-white soft wadding burst out and exploded.

The sheets were also wrinkled, as if a few ignorant children had made a fuss on the bed and had a pillow fight.

There are still light dust-like snowflakes floating in the air, and there is a lingering ambiguity lingering in the tranquility.

He was the only one on the couch, and the soft mattress was a bit moist for some reason, making it uncomfortable to sleep on.

Balian stood up with his arms and his clothes slid down to his waist. He felt a splitting headache. He vaguely felt that he had been drunk and asleep for a long time, but his spirit was extremely tired.

I don’t know if it’s because I slept for too long, but my back aches and my legs are a little weak.

There is also an indescribable feeling, especially around the waist, as if it has been drained.

Bailian vaguely felt that something was wrong. If he was just drunk, how could he have completely stripped off his clothes?

Su Jing naturally lived in the same room with him and would never let him do such a rude thing.

The Siren's Vine was still wrapped around his wrist. Balian held back his panic and raised his hand to pull. The withered vine suddenly tightened and pulled the other end.

Balian hurriedly looked up along the side of the vines.

She was still wearing the ancient and quiet snow clothes, her hair was tied up with a white ribbon, and she still looked cool and cool as always.

Her eyelashes are long and slender, her eyes are deep and pure, her long body is sitting on the table, her love is unsheathed, falling into her white palm, her sword-wiping look is indescribably quiet and beautiful, she is a complete beauty.

But with Balian's tug just now, her wrist shook slightly, the sword edge fell, and a slender line of bright red blood was rubbed between her fingertips. Against her porcelain-white jade skin, it was actually a bit...

The meaning of blood red is enchanting.

Just as Balian was about to apologize, she had already turned to look at him. For some reason, her cold brows and eyes were a little more attractive than usual, like the edge of a sword dyed with frost, revealing a bit of difficulty.

Clearly cold and dangerous.

This danger is different from the danger when we first met Lihe Sect. There is no murderous intention in it, but it makes people even more uneasy.

There seemed to be some... resentment in those dangerous eyes?

Balian's heart inexplicably froze just because of a look in his eyes, and his whole body was horrified.

He suddenly recalled the night of the banquet. It seemed that he and Su Jing were both drunk, and finally came to this palace, but there was no memory of what happened afterwards.

But it was enough for a man and a woman to be alone and drunk in the same room. Now all his clothes had been taken off for no apparent reason, and not far away sat such a cold beauty with a look full of resentment.

Balian simply didn't dare to think about that anymore.

His throat was dry, and he pulled the thin quilt aside and was about to cover himself, but before his palms landed on the thin quilt, he saw traces between the mattresses.

His body felt stiff for a while, and then thinking about his weakness and fatigue, his brain felt like rust. He couldn't react for a while, and his whole person became sluggish.

Seeing that he had not responded for a long time, Su Jing followed his line of sight, her eyes darkened, and she slowly walked towards him with her sword in hand.

The turbid breath that fell on the Qingqing Sword dissipated at some point, and returned to the clear and sharp autumn water cold as a mirror.

Balian thought she was going to kill him with her sword, but then he thought, if she really had murderous intentions, how could she wait for him to slowly wake up.

The sword edge passed coldly, and the sword energy swept across, cutting the Siren's vine into ashes.

"Miss Su Jing..." Balian moved her lips, but she remained silent. She leaned forward slightly, pulled the thin quilt over for him, and wrapped him up like a rice dumpling.

Her beautiful face and expression are indistinguishable, giving people the impression that a storm is about to come.

But she never said anything. After cutting off the demonic vines, she turned around and left.

Bai Lian's head panicked, it was extremely unpleasant. If he really let her leave with such a feeling of grievance, wouldn't he be an extremely bastard?

He hurriedly held Su Jing's cold and soft wrist, but he didn't know where to put his eyes. In a hurry, he opened his round eyes wide and stared at the pair of small ears on her head, and said anxiously

Said: "Miss Su Jing, you... do you like eating carrots?!"
To be continued...