Yu Buhuan nimbly shuttled through the gaps between trees, but no matter how she took the path, she couldn't get rid of the followers behind her.
In the end, Jiao Li was stuck in the bushes and couldn't get out.
"Are you done with it? You chased me for a long time about a jar of wine? Here you go." Yu Buhuan gasped and pressed the jar into his hand with great trouble.
You are really stingy. You have buried so much, so what’s wrong with giving her a jar?
Jiao Li lowered his head and looked down, Shi Shiran said: "Have you drank all of it?"
It's quite fast.
Yu Buhuan looked away from him: "What are you doing? Do you want me to spit it out for you?"
Jiao Farewell waved his hands charmingly: "How could I do such a thing?"
"That's it, isn't it? You chase me so hard, it's just a jar of wine, and you're as petty as a girl."
"Don't you understand the principle of accepting a bet and accepting defeat?" Jiao Li was deliberately teasing her. He didn't really care about the wine. He just wanted to see her in embarrassment.
Xuanyuan Mu has been particularly lazy these days. In the past, he had records of all matters, big and small, but now he doesn't even have any.
What is Xuanyuan Mu doing these days?
Jiao Li jumped from one tree trunk to another, reaching the highest point in a few jumps. Yu was not happy to see that he didn't look like he was forcing himself to vomit, so he quickly followed him.
The two of them stood on a tree trunk with a tacit understanding. Yu Buhuan asked puzzledly: "Why are you standing so high?"
"Stand high and see far."
"Then you should be careful. If you drink too much, you will be in trouble if you fall." Out of good intentions, Yu Buhuan felt that he needed to give a friendly reminder.
Jiao Li said with arrogance and arrogance: "Even if I fall, I will pull you down to support me, little junior sister."
"..." She despised him thousands of times in her heart.
Jiao Li no longer asked her to spit out the wine, and the two of them sat on the top of the tree silently, you taking a sip, and I taking a sip.
Thinking of leaving Penglai Mountain soon and heading to a place that was unfamiliar to her, Yu Buhuan felt a million reluctances in her heart. But what could she do?
Suddenly, she thought of Jiao Li. Maybe he knew about who her father was? If she could find out from him, wouldn't she not have to run so far?
"Oh, Jiao Li."
"What are you doing?" Someone said arrogantly.
"Ask you."
"Don't ask me any more questions about Xuanyuan Mu. I don't want to say anything."
"No, it's about myself."
Jiao Li looked at her in surprise.
Yu Buhuan chuckled twice, leaned closer and asked, "Has Xuanyuan Mu told you about who my father is?"
The smile on Jiao Li's face suddenly dropped.
Damn it, why did Xuanyuan Mu tell her this?
Why doesn't he know anything?
I had a vague feeling that something was wrong.
Jiao Li asked calmly: "You mean, Xuanyuan Mu mentioned your father?"
Yu Buhuan said: "Yes, he said that as long as I stay with Dumpling for two years, he will tell me who my father is. I thought you knew."
Jiao Li took a breath and couldn't believe it.
This doesn't seem like Xuanyuan Mu's style. He actually uses this as a condition of exchange?
"What else did he say?"
"No, let's just talk about this, so I'm very curious." Yu Buhuan shrugged. She felt that Jiao Li should know something, but no matter how she looked at it, she felt that Jiao Li was deliberately hiding it.
