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The war between races has never stopped.

The old man is the wolf king, the head of the clan, in order to protect the clan, I don't know how many people hate him.

There are too many people to think of him to die.

The old man is getting old, and those who are bent on killing the old man have begun to lose their breath.

It's just that he was afraid of the third young master, so he didn't dare to move.

If the third young master leaves, the old man will be caught in a lot of murderous opportunities.

A long time ago, he heard the third young master say, "The old man guarded the young me, and now it's time for me to protect the old man......"

The third young master will not leave the old man and stay away by himself.

Qin Jian usually drinks a lot of alcohol and rarely gets drunk, but today he was in a bad mood, and it didn't take long for him to get drunk like mud.

Jin Peng sighed and helped Qin Jian out of the bar.

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An Yin was lying on the bed, turned upside down, and couldn't sleep.

She didn't want to think about Qin Jian, but more than ten years of habits could not be changed at once.

Qin Jian didn't come back, so she couldn't help but prick up her ears to listen to the movement, and she wanted to hear him come back so that she could sleep peacefully.

And Qin Jian didn't return overnight.

It was pitch black outside the window, and it was already the darkest time of the day.

I touched my phone and looked at the time, five o'clock.

Suddenly I heard the sound of a car, then the sound of the door closing, then the sound of heavy footsteps, and it was not a person.

An Yin has been in the East Pavilion for so many years, and she has never seen this kind of situation.

She got up suspiciously, opened the door, and saw Jin Peng half-dragging and half-hugging the drunken Qin Jian.

An Yin was stunned, she had never seen Qin Jian drunk like this.

"Anyin, hurry up and help, he's dead." Drunk people are especially heavy.

An Yin hurriedly stepped forward to open the door, "Why do you drink like this?" ”

Jin Peng glanced at An Yin and didn't snort.

An Yin didn't ask any more.

Jin Peng threw Qin Jian, who was drunk like a dead dog, on the bed and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I'll leave it to you, I'm leaving." ”

After speaking, he didn't care whether An Yin agreed or not, and left directly.

An Yin hated Qin Jian for being a tool for venting poison, didn't want to pay attention to him, turned around and walked away.

At this time, Qin Jian opened his eyes slightly, saw An Yin who was about to walk away on the side of the bed, reached out and grabbed her wrist.

An Yin subconsciously withdrew her hand, Qin Jian felt her hand retracted, and immediately tightened her palm, as if as soon as she let go, she would disappear from front of her eyes.

"Let go of me." An Yin used her other hand to pick at his fingers.

Qin Jian's arm dragged into his arms, and the force made An Yin unable to stand and fell into his arms.

He tightened his hands and hugged her tightly.

"Let it go."

An Yin pushed him hard, but he not only didn't let go, but hugged her tighter, and rolled over and pressed her under him.

He lowered his eyes to look at her, but he was so drunk that his eyes were dizzy, how could he not see clearly, but fortunately, even if he couldn't see clearly, his sense of smell would not be a problem, and all he smelled was the unique fragrance of An Yin's body.

Jin Peng was right, if he thought about her, he should let go.

But he was reluctant and couldn't let go.

Qin Jian lowered his head, rubbed the tip of his nose against her slightly cool face, smelling the sweet fragrance he liked, and really wanted to tear her into his abdomen.

An Yin's body tensed instantly, staring at him vigilantly in the darkness.

"Don't be afraid, I won't touch you."

After Qin Jian finished speaking, he closed his eyes, buried his head in her neck socket, and fell into a deep sleep.

The drunk man was very heavy, and An Yin was a little overwhelmed by him.

An Yin pushed the man on his body, not moving at all, and his breath was full of smoky wine.

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