Heavy rain hit Yicheng at night.

The night sky cracked through countless openings, and the rain roared, turning into a waterfall pouring down to the ground, sending up thick fog and smoke. The clammy night seemed to be soaked in ink, and it was terrifyingly dark. The wind swept through the heavy rain and slammed the doors and windows, whistling like a ghost crying.

The candle flame flickered.

Si Chen sat at the table, his hands on his forehead, closed his eyes, and thought quietly. Suddenly, the north wind outside the window blew violently open the closed window sash, making a loud noise, and then the lightning of Bai Sensen exploded in the sky, illuminating half of the side, and it was miserable white.

Si Chen opened his eyes and looked at the open window, and the heavy rain poured into the room, and the ground was covered with rain. Then, the familiar aura began to spread through the room, drawing her attention back.

She looked toward the familiar aura.

On the couch in the distance, a person leaned on it softly, his pale purple robe was soaked by the rain, and the water on his body dripped from the couch to the ground when he sat on the couch. His hair was also soaked, sticking to his body and dripping non-stop. His face was rare red, his breath was chaotic, and the smell of wine was strong, the taste was like fermenting cider, and it was not yet a finished product, which was very pungent to Si Chen.

She frowned rarely.

Yan Ying was probably drunk, he was like a puddle of soft mud, his bones could no longer support him, he was crooked on the couch, his head barely raised upward, and the arc of the lift looked extremely tired. Under the light, even the area around the Adam's apple was red, and he used one hand to rudely unbutton the placket and let go of the tight neckline so that he could breathe better. Under the open collar, the half-hidden undershirt was equally soaked, sticking to the skin that was paler than the undergarment.

Si Chen was slightly stunned.

But she is not surprised, Yan Ying is not a person who will surprise her, because in her heart, it is not strange that he does anything.

She stared at him for a moment, then asked expressionlessly:

"Are you drunk?"

Yan Ying tilted her head following her voice, looked at her with drunken eyes, looked at her for a while, and seemed to react to what she was talking about, shook her head, and denied:

"Nope!"

"Going the wrong way?"

"It's not." Yan Ying's body movements after getting drunk obviously increased, he shook his head again, those deep eyes would be unusually soft when squinted, he bent his lips and smiled, "I just thought of you when I was drinking in the courtyard, and suddenly I wanted to see you, because I wanted to think very much, so I came." ”

His tone was one of rare seriousness.

Si Chen had no expression, she usually just listened to this kind of thing, and then selected the useful part and then thought about it in detail, Yan Ying's words were useless in her standards, and she naturally would not react.

"Something?" She asked.

Yan Ying was drunk, leaning on the couch in a seemingly impossible twisted position, his eyes squinting at her face, her cold voice drilling into his ears, the "ruthlessness" that formed the Chinese character.

"Something." He replied briskly in a tone akin to defiance.

"What?"

"How did you manage to be indifferent to me? The year of the reunion, your reaction was so intense. His gaze was dazed with alcohol, but his words were clearer than usual.

Si Chen looked at him indifferently: "I'm fierce with you, are you happy?" ”

Yan Ying looked at her, and he actually nodded.

"Why should I make you happy?"

"So, are you pretending to be indifferent to make me unhappy?" He questioned her in a tone that was more domineering than that of a childish child.

"Why do you want to make meaningless misinterpretations when you know what I mean, you're nothing anymore."

Yan Ying leaned on the side of the couch, his hand supporting his soft head that always wanted to droop, his eyes were closed, and a pair of eyes that were so beautiful that they could hook the soul seemed to turn into five-colored glass under the reflection of the candle flame. He looked straight at her with glass-colored eyes, and after a while, laughed out loud:

"This is really the highest revenge!"

"Do you think I'm taking revenge on you for what I'm doing now? I have limited time, and it's a waste to just take revenge on you. ”

Yan Ying looked at her with a smile, and after a pause, he suddenly called softly:

The intimate whisper of "kitten ......" seems to go back to more than ten years ago, when he was not what he is now.

Si Chen looked at him silently.

Yan Ying wanted to say something, and the words he wanted to say seemed to have reached his lips, but at this time he lowered his head, and then, as usual, he laughed emptily, and there was no content in his smile:

"Nothing."

"Have you counted your life?" After a while, he chuckled and asked her softly.

Si Chen didn't answer, it was better to say that she didn't want to answer at all.

He was not disappointed when she did not answer him, and sat lazily for a while, when he suddenly asked, "Have you ever divined my fortune for me?" ”

"Nope."

Yan Ying raised her eyebrows slightly, then nodded meaninglessly.

"It's not like you've never seen a divination array, and you can mention it so calmly, as if it's very simple."

Yan Ying looked at her and smiled: "It's just that the human sacrifice opens the eyes of the sky, I don't think it's anything rare, you who crawled out of the corpse mountain, you who slaughtered the witch doctor, also want to say 'really cruel'?" After a pause, he said, "If it weren't for your eagerness to vent your anger back then, and you only slaughtered the witch doctor clan with a ruthless force without any certainty, there would be no 'witch doctor hall' today." ”

"How can you be sure that the people from the Witch Doctor Hall must be from the Witch Doctor Clan?"

"Intuition. Don't believe us, bet? ”

"No need."

"Are you afraid of losing?" He asked with a smile.

"I just don't want to."

"What a willful!"

Si Chen was speechless.

Yan Ying lowered her eyes, was silent for a moment, looked at her when she opened her mouth again, and said with a smile:

"Have you seen Dou Xuan?"

"Sobered up?" Si Chen asked indifferently.

"If you want to continue to have sex with me, I can get drunk a little longer." Yan Ying said with a smile.

"I don't want to."

The straightforward words made the corners of Yan Ying's bent mouth stiffen slightly, and he said with a smile: "You are so cold and hard, it hurts!" ”

"Judging from the fact that you are still alive, it doesn't hurt that much."

Yan Ying laughed, pressed her hand to her heart, and said to her seriously: "I am already full of holes here. ”

Si Chen's face was indifferent.

Yan Ying was bored, smiled, paused for a moment, and said, "I've been checking Dou Xuan's origin all these years......

He looked up, then went to see how she reacted, and she didn't react superfluously, as if she wasn't interested.

But she should be very interested.

"Dou Xuan's foundation before he became King Ling was extremely clean, and he still can't accurately verify where he came from before he became King Ling, however, it's not that there are no clues, although it can't be completely determined, but all kinds of signs indicate that Dou Xuan is likely to be from Flame City."