Qi Xiyan fell into a coma again, but the drunken boy was still awake.

Carry him to the bed, straighten him up, cover him with a quilt, and finally cast an isolation barrier, that's all the Wine Swallowing Boy can do at the moment.

Untie the demon wine gourd in your hand, make it bigger, pull out the stopper, the rich and attractive aroma of wine spreads in the air, for the unit that will not be eroded by the demon wine, in fact, this wine fragrance still has the effect of sleeping well, just now Qi Xiyan's face still had a serious and serious expression, but now it has dissipated, and the effect is really immediate.

Of course, the wine should be drunk.

The taste of demon wine is very strange, the five flavors are mixed, but the wine swallowing boy likes it the most, just like life, there are joys and sorrows, light or strong, the taste is not perfect, but it is as complex and chaotic as reality, without any explanation.

One bite of the stomach, it is like a lava crossing in the intestines, devouring everything, domineering, nothing can stop it, the first time to drink it will definitely be tortured to death by it, however, this time it is the wine swallowing boy, who has drunk thousands of years of demon wine, not to mention that it is so simple to get used to it? It has become a part of his life, a habit, a pleasure.

Silent night, spirits, leaning on the windowsill, sorrowful, longing, sighing.

A person drinks stuffy wine, looks at the bright moon in the sky, and thinks about the future.

The Great Tengu is a man...... It's really stupid! It was too much to believe what Tamamo said before, and he even believed it all...... Why is the leader of the demon clan that stubborn fool? Isn't there even a little room for maneuver? On the surface, it is said to be discussed, but who doesn't know that it is directly holding a mobilization meeting? Is it really worth sacrificing the future of an entire community for the sake of someone else's words? Is there really a chance of winning a battle against humans? Is the balance between the two realms that has been maintained for nearly a thousand years so worthless? Alas......

There are hundreds of demon clans, and according to their established etiquette and customs, the Great Tengu and the leader of each clan have to meet separately, the time is at least one day, and there is time to discuss after the discussion, and when it comes to the final mobilization and convocation, this back and forth, the preparation for the battle will take at least half a year.

Heh, is it only half a year? Xi Yan, can he grow enough to deal with that powerful demon army? Hehe, I really don't know about this, who knows what surprises this guy will bring, who knows if this guy has any hidden abilities other than inspiration that even I am ashamed of? Who knows......

Is this guy really human? How can the talent for learning witchcraft be so high? More than a hundred times taller than me......

Hehe, if you think about it, it's really much more interesting to be on the side of humans.

……

There was a slight movement on the other side of the bed, and the quenching began.

Taking off the remaining underwear, the wine swallowing boy lay down next to Qi Xiyan, guarding the side, the human body will have hypothermia and fever in the process of quenching, he has to help him control his body temperature, as for undressing, it is Qi Xiyan's request, saying that it is more comfortable to hold it like that!

After taking off his clothes, the drunken boy reacted, why should I listen to him? Why do I have to be a pillow for him? But he thought it was too much trouble to put on his clothes again, so that's it.

Xiyan's quenching process will last at least two days this time, right? The concentration of the demon wine he drank this time was ten times that of the last time! You shouldn't be able to die of starvation for a few days, right?!

I forgot to remind him this time! Nothing will happen, right? He won't be consumed by the dark side of his heart, will he? No...... Let's hope he gets through it...... You've got to get through it!

Looking at Qi Xiyan's gradually twisted facial features, looking at his painful expression, feeling that the whole bed began to tremble under his influence, the drunken boy felt indescribably uncomfortable, at this moment he was really powerless, he could suppress the shaking of his body, but he couldn't suppress the pain on his body and soul, that was not useless?

Last time, he clearly saw and heard his pain, the random struggle, the sharp cry, and Qi Xiyan had shouted for help, his parents, grandparents and sisters, and, he, however, he couldn't help him, so he could only wait silently by the side.

This time, the pain was even worse, the suffering was deeper, but Qi Xiyan didn't make a sound at all, and only a slight tremor came from his body, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, dark yellow sweat continued to seep out from all parts of his body until it condensed into a layer of mucous membranes, but he still didn't shed half a tear......

Why be so yourself? Is it that important what others think?

The drunken boy couldn't understand, couldn't understand why Qi Xiyan, who had always been lazy and lazy, began to work hard after being told a few words by others, and couldn't understand why those people were talking nonsense...... Recently, there were many things that he couldn't understand, and after a while, his heart was flooded by the tide of doubt.

He's just a kid! Isn't that good to cry when you want to cry? Is it really meaningful to suffer silently by yourself every time, and pretend not to care every time? Didn't he know that his acting skills were really bad? Why don't you know how to be coquettish and cry to me? I'm also his friend, so I can help him share a little bit of pain!

Mo is really a person! How the hell does he teach children?

Sighing again and again, the wine-swallowing boy decided not to think about these things anymore, and it was useless to think about them, and there was no point at all.

Looking at the sword hanging on the wall by Qi Xiyan again, a strange feeling rose in the bottom of the wine swallowing boy's heart, like facing a great enemy!

What's going on? That's an ordinary knife! How can it make me feel a little depressed? Xiyan also said that it is just a very ordinary decoration, but why do I feel strange? It still seems to have a bit of a familiar atmosphere?

If you don't understand, you don't want to, a craze rose next to him at the right time, knowing that it was impossible for Qi Xiyan to hug him this time, the wine swallowing boy had to take the initiative to hug him, cool him down or warm him, eh, it's really better than air conditioning......

……

The sun rises and sets, the clouds rise and disappear, and in the blink of an eye, the time of the day passes.

Knock knock! There was a hurried knock on the door, followed by a voice full of uneasiness, "Brother! Are you okay? ”

Qi Xiyan was still in a coma, and he had no choice but to talk back to the drunken boy.

"Xi Yan, he's been cultivating all day, and he's sleeping now!" The drunken boy walked out of the enchantment, made up a lie, and said to Qi Xiye outside the door from a distance.

"Do you drink and swallow a boy? My brother is okay now, right? Yesterday he looked very wrong......" The words were mixed with a little worry, a little loss, and a little unwillingness.

The wine-swallowing boy shook his head and sighed.

That's right, how can this idiot's acting skills be like this, how can he hide his twin sister?

"Don't worry, it should be better." Tell the truth.

Relieved, looking at the wall, looking at the direction of Qi Xiyan's bed, Qi Xiye's eyes looked very soft, she bowed inside, and thanked her: "Okay, thank you!" My stupid brother please! He's always been like this, holding everything in his heart, help me take care of him! ”

"Hmm." The drunken boy agreed softly, as if he didn't care, but his hands slowly clenched into fists, and there was one thing he didn't say: Even if you don't say it, I'll do it!

Qi Xiyan on the bed, thin lines of blood had flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his nails had pierced deeply into his palms, but he was still silent until the end.