Bai Nanxian has not been out for many days since he was poisoned by Lagerstroemia seven-star begonia.
He locked himself in a room at Yunzong's headquarters, drank to get drunk, and drank to drown his sorrows.
The handsomeness he once had could no longer be seen on his face, only the embarrassment and misery caused by his self-degradation.
I was not a drinker, but I became a drunkard.
Even though he knew that this kind of sinking would not solve any problems, he still insisted on not wanting to wake up.
I don’t want to return to reality, and I don’t want to face my next fate.
It's not like he hasn't thought about suicide.
Once and for all, it's simple and easy.
But he knew that he couldn't make that choice. At least until he won half of the luck for Yun Zong, his life didn't just belong to him.
"Wow."
After another overwhelming "spraying", Bai Nanxian lay on the ground, breathing heavily, smelling the pungent smell of vomit, and laughed loudly.
Smiling and laughing, he cried.
Crying, I crawled to the floor-to-ceiling window, opened the curtains that had never been opened in the past few days, and let the dazzling sunlight shine all over my body.
Somehow it gave him the illusion of being reborn from the ashes.
"Su Tongyuan, Ziwei."
He roared lowly, tears streaming down his face.
Revenge must be avenged and must be avenged.
In the past few days when he was drunk, all he could think about was how to take revenge.
Bit by bit, they gathered into a line, and finally formed a big net and the dust settled.
"If you let me linger, I will take you to be buried with you." Bai Nanxian leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, picked up the cigarette butts on the ground, lit it with a lighter and took a few puffs, showing a cruel look.
He decided to ask Jiang Yuezhong out for a chat and discuss a big business deal of mutual benefit.
If nothing else, Jiang Yuezhong had no choice but to agree to his exchange.
And as long as Jiang Yuezhong agrees to the deal, he will have a bargaining chip against Su Tongyuan.
Even those with the Kunlun lineage will become the target of his toy.
Thinking of this, he stumbled up, found his cell phone, and dialed the old Taoist priest's number.
Two o'clock in the afternoon, Jing'an Piano Room.
This piano room was specially opened by Bai Nanxian for his junior sister Pei Shu. The environment is elegant and quiet.
It's a pity that business is sluggish and few customers usually come to the door.
At this moment, he was sitting on the sofa in the leisure area of the store with a slovenly beard, smelling of alcohol and looking depressed.
On the other side, Jiang Yuezhong, who was wearing a green robe, looked at the musical instruments on the shelves with great interest, reaching out to play with them from time to time.
Because he didn't understand the tune, the sound he played was extremely harsh, which made Bai Nanxian frown.
"Speak directly if you have anything to say. I'm not deaf. I can still talk to you standing here." Jiang Yuezhong took the lead and said, "Fourth Master has some things waiting for me to deal with, and I don't have time to delay with you."
Bai Nanxian's heart was filled with pain and he said: "Just because I am about to become a cripple, I am not even qualified to talk to you?"
Jiang Yuezhong waved his hands repeatedly and said: "No, no, no, even if you are a disabled person now, my attitude towards you will always remain the same."
"After all, you are the young master of the Yun Sect. Your status is here, and it has nothing to do with whether you are a cripple or not."
"What do you think?"
The old traitor smiled playfully: "Seven Star Begonia is indeed powerful, but it won't kill you right away."
"With the foundation of Yun Zong, I believe it will not be difficult to delay for five to six years, seven to eight years, or even ten years."
"Ten years is a lot. It will allow you to plan a lot of things."
How could Bai Nanxian not hear the harsh sarcasm in the old magician's words? But he was not angry.
