In life, there is a realm called rare confusion.

And in life, there is also a saying that it is rare to get drunk.

Whatever the implication of these words is? But it also shows a truth from the side, no matter what life is like, you must always be sober and understand that most of the time has been there.

But for this period of Nie Yan's life, it is the opposite.

It's rare for him to be sober, and it's rare not to get drunk.

Therefore, on the afternoon of this day, after he took a nap, after waking up, he looked at the warm sun in the sky, and felt empty and scared.

Because he didn't dare to think of those pains, he wanted to run away.

But the new shirt sent by Mei Han in the morning was still on the head of the bed, walking around the room irritably, looking at the new shirt, Nie Yan finally resisted the urge to drink.

But you stand in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do?

Looking around, the room is very simple, but it is also very functional.

By the window, there was a desk, on which were messily placed some books, which were already dusty.

And most of those books are secret books, which record some things in the circle of demon hunters, and some things that are considered by the world to be novels of Zhiwei.

Nie Yan didn't dare to touch these.

Next to the desk, there was a shelf, with some miscellaneous items, and Nie Yan wouldn't even look at them, because they were some of the things he needed when he was walking the rivers and lakes.

For example, rune paper, magic tools, tools for arranging arrays, and so on.

Finally, there were two cabinets, where some clothes were placed, and many of those clothes were worn by him, with patches that Mei Han had sewn for him.

It was supposed to be thrown away, but Mei Han insisted on keeping it for him, just because she felt that it was a kind of record that her eldest brother had done.

The more he looked at Nie Yan, the more irritated he felt, but when he raised his eyes, he saw an iron sword hanging on the wall.

There is no scabbard, it is so simple to hang, in the past, when he fought in the rivers and lakes, it was so dazzling and sharp, flashing with a striking edge.

Now it is still smooth and clean, because Mei Han and even Lan Shi often come to take care of him.

However, the sharpness was no longer felt.

At the moment of staring at each other, Nie Yan could even feel a sense of helplessness, sadness, and anxiety coming from the sword.

However, Nie Yan quickly lowered his eyes and avoided that kind of feeling.

This is not surprising, a good sword has a spirit, and the more it is connected to the owner's bloodline, the more it can cultivate a spirit that belongs to the object!

This room couldn't stay anymore, Nie Yan felt that when he was awake, he looked at the sullenness and oppression that always came from all over the world, as if he wanted to drown him.

He walked out the door.

The warm sun in the afternoon made his courtyard very warm, and the special courtyard gate involved the sparkling lake, which was obviously a beautiful scenery, but Nie Yan always felt a dizzy feeling.

He didn't remember how long he had been, and he hadn't seen this qiē with clear eyes, and if it wasn't drunk, it would make him feel dizzy.

Habitually sitting on the recliner under the corridor, Nie Yan wanted to drink again.

It was as if a thousand pairs of little hands were grabbing him from the belly, from the throat, from the mouth, making him itch and make him crave wine.

But Nie Yan endured himself, it only took one day, he couldn't bear to hurt a few more younger siblings, if there was anything in this world that didn't make him numb, it was the survival of his younger siblings.

So, you have to find something to distract from the pain of this alcoholism.

Nie Yan decided to go to Mei Han, now he is only slightly more comfortable when facing Mei Han, such as Lan Shi, Su Zhan, and Zhu Feng, he has no way to face their disappointment.

And Mei Han's courtyard is next to Nie Yan's courtyard, you don't need to walk over, you just need to shout, and Mei Han can hear it.

If it wasn't necessary, Nie Yan didn't want to go out of his yard, just like he used to go to the street, just because he drank the wine stored at home.

Lan Shi resolutely prevented any more alcohol in the house, so Nie Yan went to the street to drink, often drinking in the tavern until dawn, and that shameful scene happened.

Shame? Nie Yan touched his face.

He has no intention of fighting with anyone at all, and winning or losing is not as important to him as it is to escape.

As long as you don't get caught up in the pain, does everything else matter? What's more, what can you prove if you win them? Can you win the war - gluttony?

Thinking of this, Nie Yan's heart suddenly tightened.

He quickly interrupted his thinking and began to call out to Mei Han loudly.

But the strange thing is that in the past, as long as she screamed softly, Mei Han, who would always respond, at this time, called several times in a row, but there was no response.

Nie Yan felt strange, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

After all, Mei Han and a few people she took care of the affairs at home were always taken care of, and she couldn't help other things.

It's just that today, the festival is coming, but the courtyard seems to be very quiet.

Even on weekdays, I can always hear the sound of Delan Shi practicing with a group of children.

Without these, Nie Yan felt a little uncomfortable even more, didn't God want to see him sober up?

But at this moment, an intoxicating aroma of wine, completely different from the wine of Shudi, wafted in his courtyard, and Nie Yan subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but did not look back.

Anyone now knows that there are probably other people in the courtyard besides themselves.

"Nie Shao, I stayed in your courtyard for almost two hours, waiting for you to wake up, waiting for you to come out, but you couldn't even feel the slightest breath of mine, should this be the case?" A haughty, cold, and even somewhat indistinguishable voice sounded in Nie Yan's ears.

Nie Yan's body was originally a little tense, but at this time, it was inexplicably relaxed.

He thought that another angry demon hunter had come here to trouble him, and it would be very difficult to face this qiē soberly, and what he was most afraid of was that he didn't want to see his younger siblings sad.

If you're drunk, it doesn't matter.

But this voice is Emperor Tong, is he still disdainful of doing it with himself now?

Thinking like this, Nie Yan slowly turned around, and what he saw was indeed the figure of Emperor Tong.

Under the warm sun, Emperor Tong was wearing a blue-green robe, which was dwarfed by the weather in the future of this warm spring, and his expression was still so arrogant and unapproachable.

But in the past, he was like an unsheathed sword, but now he is glorious and restrained, and he is no longer so sharp, but if you look closely, that fierce aura is even more powerful.

A sharp blade in the shadows is far more dangerous than a sword that shines in the light.

Today's Tong Emperor is standing in front of the rockery in the courtyard, behind the flowers, carrying a jar of wine in one hand and a jar of wine in the other, swaying gently.

From between his eyebrows and eyes, he couldn't tell whether he was close to Nie Yan or alienated.

Nie Yan laughed self-deprecatingly, it turned out that he had been drunk and dreamed of being dead for almost half a year, and his eyes were still not completely dull, and he could still see some things about a person.

It's just that in the past six months, he's been a few more powerful, so what about himself? A dog that was knocked down on the side of the street?

The dog is still tough and sober alive, what about himself?

Nie Yan didn't dare to think about it, and he couldn't think about it, what he was afraid of was that his enthusiasm and his efforts could only be buried in the end, and he would end up with a big revenge that could not be avenged, and she would stand next to him, looking at himself coldly.

Rather than that, it's better to never do it before! There is no need to face it.

"Wine, it's the best rice wine, I went all the way non-stop, and when I passed through Jiangnan, I couldn't help but go to the oldest brand and buy their best wine, in order to have a drink with you." Emperor Tong didn't seem to know what Nie Yan was thinking, so he just said lightly.

The wine was swaying gently, exuding an increasingly fragrant and intoxicating aroma, and Nie Yan's eyes couldn't take his eyes off.

Soberness is the hardest thing to endure, and the more craving for wine becomes.

"And then." With a wave of his hand, Emperor Tong threw the wine to Nie Yan without warning.

Almost instinctively, Nie Yan reached out and grabbed this jar of rice wine, and did not spill a drop of wine.

Now, the wine is in front of him, but Nie Yan is willing, raise his hand, and open his mouth to drink it.

Outside the hospital, there was a sparse sound of firecrackers, it was about to be a holiday, and there were always children who couldn't help but set off firecrackers in advance, thinking about Mei Han's wishes, Nie Yanwu endured himself.

"It turns out that his skills are not completely wasted, and he can continue to live in this jar of wine, why is he beaten like a dog on the street? No, dogs still know hatred and pain, why do some people not react at all? Emperor Tong looked at Nie Yan and said word by word.

Nie Yan frowned and raised his hand, after all, he couldn't help but want to take a sip.

"Drink, I originally thought that a jar of wine would be enough for you and me to drink. But people are not as good as heaven, according to the amount of alcohol you have now, I am afraid that there is less of a jar, and I don't have the heart to drink with you. Emperor Tong did not squint at Nie Yan this time, but looked at Nie Yan and said word by word.

Nie Yan was silent, looking at the wine swaying under the sun in the altar, his hands kept shaking.

"Because, you don't deserve it." Emperor Tong paused, and this sentence was said word by word.

At this time, Nie Yan sighed, suddenly reached out and put down the jar of wine in his hand, and said lightly: "Yes, I am not worthy." So, you're good to go. I have understood the kindness of this jar of wine, and if you don't take it away, I will drink it the next day. If you take it away, that's it. ”

Looking at Nie Yan's actions, Emperor Tong raised his eyebrows: "Why?" ”

"Because I'm going to celebrate the holiday with my family tomorrow, I'm going to stop drinking today." Nie Yan didn't look at the jar of wine, nor did he look at Emperor Tong, he wanted to knock himself unconscious, and then fell asleep.

"Holidays?" Emperor Tong shook his head.

Suddenly, the conversation changed and said to Nie Yan: "There used to be a place where Nie Shao was in charge, and I definitely won't explore more." Because many monsters have eaten the gall of the ambitious leopard, they will not be active near the town where Nie Shao is located. Now, however, as I came all the way, I found something interesting. ”

Nie Yan didn't pay much attention to it, and even yawned a little boredly, although he was sober, but the wine was deep, and there was always a trace of cloudiness in his eyes.

"That is, in the mountains less than a hundred miles away, there is still a fierce beast. It was a mountain leopard, and I heard that hunters from a dozen nearby villages had died in its hands. Hunters are afraid that they will not dare to enter the mountains next year, thinking about it, life in these villages is not very easy, and if they dare not enter the mountains, they will have no income. What about entering the mountains, it is very likely to die? What about the beast? If you can't eat people, will you go down the mountain to make trouble, or two words. Emperor Tong said slowly.

At this time, a gust of wind that was still cold blew, and Nie Yan yawned again.