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"I still have to drink~~~" The drunken sister Hong leaned on her friend's body, and was barely able to stand by Bai Ze Huiyin with her arms on her shoulders......

Looking at Mei Hong, who was still talking nonsense, Shangbai Ze Huiyin Huiyin was quite embarrassed, and she owed her body apologetically to Ashmida.

"Thank you very much for inviting me today, but Meihong is really too strong to drink, so we will retire first."

"It's okay." Ashmida waved his hand, looking at Mei Hong's blushing little face, he couldn't help but sneer, he leaned forward slightly, stretched out his hand and gently pinched Mei Hong's blushing little face.

"It's been a long time since the old man has seen Mei Hong like this, and the old man's luck is really good today." A smile mixed with nostalgia slowly hooked up at the corners of Ashmida's mouth, he turned his head slightly, and said softly to Huiyin: "Sister Hong will be handed over to you, although this child is still quite honest after drinking, but sometimes he will make trouble like a child." ”

"Hehehehe." Huiyin covered her mouth and smiled, and looked at Mei Hong, whose head was leaning on her shoulder, with eyes full of tenderness and motherhood, looking at Mei Hong, who was still babbling something, the smile on the corner of Huiyin's mouth became more and more gentle, she nodded lightly at Ashmida, and then helped Mei Hong to fly up slowly.

Before Huiyin and Mei Hong's figures disappeared into the night, a white arm with shackles on her wrist was placed on Ashmida's shoulder.

"I mean, you're not funny." The smell mixed with the rich aroma of wine slowly exhaled on Ashmida's ears, and the bold and feminine voice sounded in his ears.

"It's not interesting for you to drink with me with just such a small cup! No matter what, I have to use a wine cup the same size as a woman like me, right? Xingxiong Yongyi was very dissatisfied and patted Ashmida's shoulder, that strength ...... It's okay to kill a cow.........

"Want to get drunk old man? No way! Although Ashmida didn't open his eyes, he still couldn't help but want to roll his eyes, joking, if he held a wine cup as big as the Star Bear Cup, which was regarded as a treasure by Xingxiong Yongyi, and poured a glass, he would definitely get drunk!!

"Cut."

"Ma Ma Ma~~ Ah Shi, let's go, let's drink together next time~~" Cui Xiang pulled Yongyi, who was full of unhappiness, with a cute smile on her blushing little face, nodded lightly at Ashmida, and disappeared with Yongyi turned into a cloud of mist.

The guests said goodbye one by one, and left with their drunk, drunk, or sleepy companions.

But...

"Thank you very much for the invitation, today's banquet is very lively." The Holy White Lotus drank some wine, two faint blushes appeared on her fair face, bowed slightly to Ashmida, and thanked her in a tone full of gratitude.

Ashmida didn't speak, just nodded at her with a faint, gentle smile.

Then he silently watched the back of the Holy White Lotus disappear into the night.

Holy White Lotus, where is it sacred?

This was a deep hidden doubt under Ashmida's calm exterior, and he found that he had recently had a series of reactions, as if it had happened because of his contact with the Holy White Lotus some time ago.

It seems that she needs to pay more attention, and if she has any delusions that are beyond her ability, she must break them.

Ashmida's originally soft expression gradually cooled down, and he couldn't be underestimated by being such a wrong person.

However, this has to be tomorrow's business, the priority now.........

"Eh, hey, hey~~~"

The hall, which had been quiet with the departure of the guests, erupted with eerie laughter and eerie gasps.

"............" Ashmida was expressionless.

The scene presented in front of you is really ...... It's so impactful......

Yakumo Purple has a strange flush on his face, a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, he embraces Yuxiang on the left and Suzumeng on the right, and the white and silky little hands are constantly on the people around him, and those gasps are made by Yuxiang and Suzume.

It seems that Yuka should be completely drunk, otherwise, Yakumo Zi, who dared to die like this, would have been suppressed by her magic cannon a long time ago, but now Yuuka can only blush slightly, obediently and silently bearing the harassment of Yakumo Zi.

Suzumeng's face was red, and her eyes were slightly closed and she fell into Yakumo's arms, also because she was drunk, she couldn't exert any strength in her body, and she could only let Yakumo Zi move her hands and feet. If it were in normal times, it would probably pass with a punch......

It seems that Yakumo Purple was premeditated, no wonder he suddenly stopped drinking halfway, it turned out that he was waiting for this moment!!

"........." Ashmida held his forehead, covered his face, and sighed.

And then......

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!!" This is the sound of Ashmida's hand knife hitting the target accurately and unmistakably in three consecutive rounds.

"Whew!!" This is Yakumo Murasaki's cry of pain covering her forehead after letting go of Yuka and Suzume.

"Really." Looking at his wife, who kept screaming and selling cuteness, Ashmida shook his head helplessly, he leaned over, stretched out his hands and gently held Yakumo's little face.

"It has to be punished." The gentle expression instantly became very cold.

"That, Ada, in fact, you misunderstood~ We just... Not! Yakumo Zi felt a chill, looked at the calm face that made her feel stressed, and when she was about to quibble a few times, the next moment her eyes widened and her face was full of disbelief.

Ashmida blocked Yakumo's words, and used his lips to block Yakumo's sophistry.

For a while, in addition to the whispers of Yuxiang and Suzume, only the ambiguous sound of 'Zizi' echoed in the whole room.

After a while, Ashmida let go of Yakumo Murasaki, who was already a little breathless.

Yakumo Zi fell into Ashmida's arms, she felt that her whole body was hot and she couldn't exert any strength, her big moist eyes looked at the face with a slightly ostentatious smile that was unusually gentle, and her pupils were full of emotion of saying (no) not (doing) clear (law) saying (to) not (and) clear (harmonious).

"Hehe, I'll punish you later, tonight's night is still very long~~" Ashmida looked at Yakumo Zi's little face that seemed to be longing for something, smiled slyly, and kissed Yakumo Zi's lips again with a flushed face, and then slowly let go of Yakumo Murasaki.

"Purple, you help Yuka to rest, I'll go and send the bell back to the room."

After instructing Yakumo Zi to help Yuka, who was already drunk and unconscious, to the bedroom to rest, he walked to Suzume's side, put one hand under his armpit, and one hand through the crook of his leg, and picked up Suzumu, who was already drunk and unconscious.

Ahem, when adults want to do something, don't you have to send the child back to the room or something first~~~

Ashmida sent Suzumi back to her room and made the quilt for her.

"Gollum~~Woo~Woo~Meow~"

"Good night." Ashmida brushed away her messy hair for Suzumi with a kind face, smiled and covered the quilt for Suzume, who was still babbling, and slowly and gently exited the room.

Probably drank a little too much, and Ashmida's feeling was much duller, but he didn't notice that after he turned around, there was a complicated gaze.

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