Qiao Yu looked at the green wine bottle and her face became strange.
If he remembered correctly, this thing seemed to cost more than ten yuan a bottle in the ancient country of Daxia.
Dean Ganfofu, maybe he was tricked by someone.
But looking at Gan Fufu's proud look, Qiao Yu couldn't bear to tell him the truth.
After all, his current identity is Wardola Tiane, so how would he know the price of Erguotou?
"Forget it, Dean, I don't know how to drink." Qiao Yu pushed the bottle back.
"Hey! You young man, why don't you know the goods? This wine is really good!"
Ganfofu started to drink again.
"Smoking, drinking, and looking at beautiful girls will guarantee that you will live to be ninety-nine!"
"Dean, do you think there is a possibility that those who smoke and drink and die young will not be remembered by others?" Qiao Yu said coldly.
Gan Fufu trembled, then glanced at Qiao Yu with a resentful look, and silently put away the wine bottle.
After returning to the Theological Seminary, Qiao Yu ushered in the long-lost peace.
I live a life of going to class, eating, sleeping, three o'clock and one line every day.
An Lia returned to the Holy Mountain, and everyone else also knew that he had been promoted to the king's rank. They only respected him and did not dare to cause trouble at all.
A month passed quietly in the blink of an eye, and Qiao Yu ushered in his first winter in the Western League.
The cold wind from the far north came wrapped in snowflakes, covering the town in silver at dusk.
The warm and classic street lost its former warmth overnight.
At the end of the moon, people have begun busy preparations on the eve of the holiday at home. The whole family surrounds the warm fireplace and decorates the Christmas tree that has just been cut down during the day.
Colored lanterns of various shapes were hung in front of every house, shining like dazzling stars in the cold wind mixed with snowflakes.
The dusk town covered in ice and snow gives people the feeling of being in a fairy tale world.
Tomorrow is the grandest day of the Western Alliance, but Qiao Yu feels boundless loneliness here.
Not one of the lights in the house belongs to him, he is not from here.
Even a month in a foreign country is not worth a light in my hometown.
Looking at the snowflakes all over the sky, Qiao Yu felt a little depressed. He missed home.
After Anlia returned to the Holy Mountain, he really didn't even have anyone to talk to in the School of Gods.
"We're still a little short of that. Once we reach the imperial level, we should be able to go back."
Qiao Yu breathed a sigh of relief. When he reached the imperial level, he would have the power to protect himself when facing Bai Ze, and he would no longer have to hide like now.
Thinking of this, Qiao Yu's eyes became firm.
At this time, in the snow and wind, a figure wearing stars and moon came towards Qiao Yu.
"Huh?"
Qiao Yu let out a light sigh. To the Western Alliance, tomorrow's festival is no different from the Chinese New Year, and almost all the people from the seminaries have gone home.
Why would anyone come back at this time?
Qiao Yu's ghostly eyes stared into the wind and snow, and when she saw the person clearly, Qiao Yu's expression became even stranger.
Because he discovered that the person walking towards him was actually Kedijie!
Why did this guy come to find me? I'm afraid he didn't hold anything back.
But Qiao Yu didn't panic. When his level was not as good as that of Kedijie, Kedijie couldn't beat him, let alone that his current level had crushed Kedijie.
The current Kodijie in front of him is just a matter of one blow.
After Kedijie walked up to Qiao Yu, he gently stroked away the falling snowflakes on his body.
Kodijie looks a little different today than in the past. Both in terms of behavior and temperament, it makes people feel that he is a little melancholy.
"Tian'e... I want to talk to you." Kedijie's low bubble voice sounded.
With a click, Kedije lit a cigarette, and the smoke swirled around his face, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.
However, due to the low voice and the biting cold wind, Qiao Yu couldn't hear what he said at all.
"Did you leave your fucking vocal cords at home?"
Kedijie shivered when Qiao Yu yelled at him, then he glanced at Qiao Yu resentfully, and then finally spoke in a normal tone.
"I want to ask you, it's been a month, don't you care about Anlia's situation at all?"
"What's wrong?" Qiao Yu raised an eyebrow: "Shouldn't she be on the sacred mountain now?"
"It's on the Holy Mountain, but she's in the Crater of the God of Meteor." Kedijie said quietly.
Qiao Yu's brows instantly wrinkled, and there was a chill in her tone.
"What's going on?"
"It wasn't because of you that Anlia was punished after she returned to the Holy Mountain and was imprisoned directly in the Meteorite Crater! You have also been to the Meteorite Crater. It is a purgatory on earth!"
Kedijie's face was full of distress.
"No man can stand it, let alone Anlia!"
Bang!
Kedijie punched the ground hard. He did not use any strength to protect himself. Blood immediately poured out from the edge of his fist, staining a small area of the ground red.
"I hate you so much, Tian'e, why does Anlia only see you and not me? Anlia is too simple. She doesn't understand the relationship between men and women, but I can't mistake her look. Tian'e, Anlia likes it."
The person is you!”
"But I hate myself even more! I hate myself for not being able to save Anlia! I hate myself for being so weak!"
When Kedijie raised his head again, his eyes were filled with tears.
"Tian'e, please! You have been into the Crater of the Gods before. You must have a way to rescue Anlia, right? I'm begging you!"
Kedijie knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Qiao Yu.
Qiao Yu couldn't help but feel a little shocked. How could Kedijie be a licker? This guy was clearly a jack! When changing the spare tire, he would jack it up.
"You get up first, I'll be there!" Qiao Yu helped Kedijie up.
Knowing that Anlia was trapped in the crater, he naturally would not stand idly by.
"Really?" Kedijie wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and said in a sincere tone. "Tian'e, I'll leave it to you, Anlia!"
"Okay, okay!" Qiao Yu had a headache and couldn't help but persuade. "Stop being a licking dog, buddy, licking a dog will not end well."
"What do you know?!"
When Kedijie heard this, he immediately glared at Qiao Yu.
"My feelings for Anlia are like being in my pants. Although others find it smelly, I will always keep it tightly for fear of scaring others if it is exposed.
Leave that warmth to me, that’s enough!”
"And you don't understand the joy of licking a dog at all. The person being licked cannot predict whether he will continue to be licked next, and he will feel insecure."
"Being a licking dog is different. Whether to lick or not to lick is up to me! My fate is up to me!"