In the yard behind the restaurant, there is a huge osmanthus tree, which is bigger than what Ye Wu saw in that inn. The osmanthus tree on it almost covers an unknown area, but whether it is Ye Lin or the others inside the store or outside
Passers-by seemed to have seen nothing.
There is a half-open wooden door on this side of the stairs. Through the wooden door, light comes in, illuminating the smoke and dust in the house, making the scene unreal.
The wind blew in with the fragrance of osmanthus, and Ye Wu felt that he might really be drunk.
"Are you here to see Ciqiancheng?"
The uncle glanced at him and suddenly spoke.
Ye Wu's eyes were already sparkling after drinking wine, but they became even brighter after hearing this, and he got up from the ground.
"Yes, that's Ci Qiancheng! Do you know him?" He showed a silly smile.
"do not know."
The uncle shook his head and said simply.
He suddenly lowered his head, poured the remaining wine into his gourd, and shook it.
Ye Wu subconsciously followed his movements and stared at his gourd.
There was a sweet-scented osmanthus carved on the gourd. Ye Wu stared at the sweet-scented osmanthus. The sweet-scented osmanthus was lifelike, and the flowers on it seemed to be blooming slowly. The fragrance on the tip of his nose became stronger and stronger, and his eyes became more dazed.
"That's it..." Ye Wu murmured.
"Why are you looking for him?" The uncle's mellow voice came to my ears.
"Look, ask him... for help." Ye Wu replied.
"What help?"
Without any hesitation, Ye Wu opened his mouth and said: "Take me back to the Demon Sect...protect me!"
The uncle paused for a moment, looked him up and down, and finally stayed on his face for a while before nodding slowly.
"Who told you he was here?"
"Jing...sister Ajing...sister Ajing said...said he was very, very powerful and could help me..." Ye Wu seemed to be unprepared and answered his question without thinking.
When the uncle heard this name, he paused again with his hand holding the wine gourd.
He glanced at Ye Wu strangely, but Ye Wu had almost no consciousness, so he didn't notice his profound gaze.
"Are you going to participate in the battle over the demon lord?" the uncle asked again.
"Yes...I, I want to become the Demon Lord..."
"Why?"
"Become stronger...protect, protect everyone...this way, everyone will not be bullied, bullied..." A trace of determination appeared on Ye Wu's face, which was soon replaced by confusion.
The uncle was silent for a moment, then turned to look at the osmanthus tree in the backyard.
From here, you can actually only see the thick branches of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, which are full of traces of time.
"What if he doesn't want to participate in these things?" he asked softly.
Ye Wu burped again and stared at the sweet-scented osmanthus on the gourd.
"Don't be afraid...A Jing, yes, there is a way..."
The uncle nodded and gently shook the gourd in his hand. The fragrance of osmanthus overflowed and was intoxicating, as if he was immersed in a world full of fragrance.
"Then, there is one last question."
The uncle's voice was soft and drowsy, and Ye Wu could hardly open his eyelids.
"Who are you? Where do you come from and where are you going?"
Ye Wu spoke blankly.
"I...I am Ye Wu...yes, from Qijue Palace..."
"Woof!"
Wang Defu's voice came, making Ye Wu's eyes blurry and he looked around, but his mind was still confused.
He touched his head and didn't know what he was doing.
But he heard Wang Defu's voice, so he glanced at Wang Defu, then smiled and pointed at Wang Defu.
"silly dog!"
The uncle glanced at Wang Defu.
It was a gray native dog lying on the ground. It seemed that it had also secretly drank his wine. It was very drunk and burped from time to time. The barking just now seemed to be just a coincidence.
The uncle's eyes darkened slightly and he looked at Wang Defu carefully.
"Woof woof woof!" Wang Defu suddenly jumped up and screamed wildly, then continued to lie on the ground with his hands and feet weak, snoring in his throat, and the expression on his face looked a little wretched for some reason.
The uncle immediately shook his head when he saw this.
He was too suspicious.
It's just a dog, probably by chance.
He glanced at Ye Wu beside him, wondering whether he should continue hypnosis to find out more.
Qijue Palace...
Isn’t that a noble and upright person? Why would you want to be a demon lord?
It doesn't look like this child has met anything... Anyway, it's hard to say that.
While he was thinking, Ye Wu's eyes also turned around.
Ye Wu suddenly stared at him with a solemn expression.
The uncle raised his eyebrows and looked at him calmly.
"You..." Ye Wu opened his mouth, his expression serious and solemn.
The uncle looked at him, waiting for the next step, but his hand held the gourd and moved it in front of him.
"Did he die? Become a wandering ghost?"
The uncle laughed dumbly and put down the gourd.
"Why do you ask?"
"You are so miserable. No one is with you... It's okay. Although I am the only one who can see you, I will accompany you! I won't let you drink alone! That would be too boring."
Ye Wu obviously spoke much more clearly than before, but he was still a little self-absorbed.
He stretched out his hand and patted the uncle's shoulder, and patted his chest with the other hand, making a thumping sound, with a look of justice on his face.
The uncle smiled and pushed his hand away.
"You are too drunk to drink my wine."
Ye Wu suddenly burped.
He looked at the uncle disapprovingly.
"I, although I am not a good drinker...that's not right!"
He suddenly grabbed his clothes and stared at him closely.
"You're lying."
The uncle looked at his expression and was a little curious. Did he finally react?
"Osmanthus wine is not intoxicating, you are lying! This is not osmanthus wine! Otherwise, why wouldn't I be able to drink your wine?"
Seeing how seriously he was calculating, the uncle shook his head in amusement again.
He raised his hand and pushed Ye Wu to the ground, then stood up.
Ye Wu watched him get up and said blankly: "Where are you going?"
The uncle ignored him and walked outside with his legs raised.
"Uncle, what are you doing!" Ye Wu shouted again.
The uncle’s footsteps did not stop.
"Kill people and drink wine."
Before the words were spoken, the person was gone.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew up in the tavern, carrying a slight fishy smell and a cool breath, which made Ye Wu's eyes clear.
He subconsciously looked around him, feeling that he was in a daze just now, as if he had just dreamed.
Beside him, there were three empty wine jars, and osmanthus flowers were scattered on the ground.
Ye Wu had doubts in his eyes.
I was talking to an uncle just now, right?
Or was he actually dreaming?
After thinking for a while, he really couldn't figure it out, so he decided to go out and have a look.
Ye Wu stood up, and in a blink of an eye he saw Ye Lin and Tingting walking over in a hurry, with worried faces on their faces.
"Where did you go just now?" Ye Lin asked.
"Sir, where did you get into just now? We were frightened to death, and you suddenly disappeared." Tingting also hurriedly stepped forward and said.