"Yo, Baili Sword Saint-" The voice dragged on, and it seemed to be able to pinch out the candy heart, but the unkind anger of this person was already sprayed on the petite face, "Why didn't this wine kill you?" ”

Hanging Erlang crossed his long legs, and the wine gourd hung in his hand to block the view, and only after a hundred miles of wind did he lazily raise his eyes, squinting and staring at Jing Che. Looking at the little apprentice in a hazy way, it seems to be very charming, her eyes are like Chenghu, her skin is like congealed fat, her eyebrows are like Yuandai, and her wide robe inadvertently outlines her beautiful body that is growing.

There was a bit of unpredictable danger in his drunken and unclear vision, as if he was chewing on her provocative "Hundred Miles Sword Saint", and it seemed that he was only careless.

The two of them confronted each other like this, one full of anger and the other absent-minded.

Just when Jing Che's anger value had rushed to the critical point and was about to explode, Baili Feng suddenly slanted into a casual laugh, and lowered his eyes to look at the wine gourd.

"Ah Che," he shook the wine gourd and raised his sword eyebrows, "Do you want a drink too?" ”

was originally full of anger, but when he heard this, his expression suddenly became cold.

A cold snort was decent, sophisticated and airtight. She stepped forward and snatched his wine gourd, and found that he didn't need to exert any force at all, and he seemed to be drunk and limp.

"Isn't the Hundred Miles Sword Saint really wanting to drink?" Squinted his narrow peach blossom eyes, leaned over his nose and sniffed, a slightly triumphant sneer floated to his face, and with a child's unique rogue tone, he deliberately bit the four words of the Baili Sword Saint, "Then drink enough." ”

The mouth of the gourd was facing downward, and the wine inside rushed out, pouring down from the top of the head in the hundreds of miles of wind.

She needed to tip her toes slightly to lift the gourd above his head. Her face was full of righteousness to eliminate evil and promote good, and even filled with a hint of fearless presumptuousness.

The smell of wine swept over his hair, over his eyebrows, on his nose and on his long thin lips, over his stubble, dripping from his sharpened chin, seeping into his clothes, or into his neck.

He didn't move, and even the corners of his mouth were still slanting, only squinting slightly because the liquid was too fierce. There was still no trace of clarity in the pupils, only a dark and drunken atmosphere.

The last drop of wine was still climbing on the mouth of the gourd, and before it could drip down, Jing Che threw the entire gourd out fiercely. The gourd hit the stone wall, bounced back, rolled twice and hit the legs of the table, before lying on the ground in peace.

Slightly raised his little face defiantly and waited for him to go crazy, but all he waited for was a lazy silence.

This is the first time in the world that someone poured the wine from the Sword Saint Gourd on top of his head, and also threw the wine gourd to the ground viciously. I'm afraid that no one even dared to think about it before.

And it's just that he's a little apprentice, bold and reckless, and always unyielding to anyone's wanton behavior. When you see something, you think it's what it is, you love and hate it too much, and you don't even know the severity and don't know how to restrain it......

The smell of alcohol permeated the entire comatose burial chamber, strong and pure. The tips of the hair in the wind were still dripping with wine, and they were connected into threads and dripped onto the robe—a little messy and embarrassed.

Half a while, Baili Fengma suddenly raised his hand and clasped her wrist, but this force made her unable to pull it out no matter how hard she tried. With a gentle tug, he pulled her close in front of him.

The unhurried words melted into the air with the smell of wine, and the smile frozen at the corners of his mouth was mixed with a silent sorrow: "Ah Che is out of breath now-"

"It's not, because I haven't been taught bad by you yet, I can still have some interest. In the future, I will be worried, if I learn to be as hard-hearted as you, I don't save myself when I die, and I only know that I drink, I will have no face to see my mother. His mouth showed no weakness, but his hand was still viciously tugging at him, trying to get out of his confinement.

"Then Ah Che might as well hurry up to see his mother while he still has a chance to go?" He exerted a force in his hand without hurrying, his face was still absent-minded, and he raised his eyes lazily, "Huh? ”

Hearing the danger in his words, his wrist suddenly hurt again, Jing Che could no longer pretend to hide the knife in his smile, and instantly became so angry that he almost jumped like thunder: "A hundred miles of wind!" You're mad! ”

Squinting, the drunken smile rippled at the corners of his mouth in the hundred miles of wind, hehe...... Little one, the road is too far away.

Then he suddenly let go of his hand without warning, and Jing Che was trying to pull his hand back, so his force failed, and the whole person staggered and almost fell to the ground.

But someone supported Jing Che from behind, and there was rare surprise in his tone, "Sword ...... Juggernaut? ”

Jing Che looked sideways with great annoyance, it was the Seven Shadows.

He got up from the hospital bed, his face still pale. He saw Jing Che running out in anger for some reason, and heard the sound of argument, so he didn't feel at ease so he dared to come in to take a look, but he saw Jing Che who was so enraged that he almost jumped up and strangled his master, and ...... A drenched Hundred Miles Sword Master. This meeting is really a bit amazing.

"What?" Baili Kazuma wiped the wine stains on his face lightly but elegantly, and asked unhurriedly.

Although Qiying had a bloody impulse to act, he also knew that others could not interfere in this kind of dispute between the two, so he still didn't wade into troubled waters, so he had to change the topic a little unnaturally: "Ahem, Sword Saint, it's sunrise outside, and the night barrier has also been withdrawn, and at this moment, the Lincang army guards are the weakest, and it will be easier to get out." ”

"Hmm", and his careless gaze fell on Jing Che, "Are you leaving?" ”

"Don't go." As if he had found a backer, he hugged the arm of the Seven Shadows, and then gritted his teeth and spit out two words. Qiying's body stiffened instantly, and he wanted to withdraw his arm, but he felt that it was too obvious and inappropriate, so he had to stiffen his arm and let Jing Che hold him.

Baili Kazama stood up, cast a spell to remove the sticky and wet wine on his body, and returned to his graceful appearance.

He squinted and looked Jing Che up and down without hurrying, and the meaning in his dark eyes was unclear, and he said word by word: "There is a future." ”

Then he walked out of the tomb without any hint of restraint, and his gourd, as if it had eyes and spirits, flew up from the ground and followed him. And he, a flesh-and-blood little apprentice, stubbornly tempered and didn't keep up.

"Hey, Juggernaut!" Qiying only felt that his head was big and wanted to chase him out, but he was dragged by the arm of the girl next to him and refused to let go.

A trace of injury flashed in his eyes, and he immediately raised his face proudly to hide his emotions, and said proudly: "Leave him alone, I'll stay with you." ”

"Little Ancestor, don't make trouble," Qiying frowned helplessly, finally trying to get his arm back, almost kneeling down for her, "You better hurry up and go back to Jiahuang Mountain with the Sword Saint." ”

"I don't!"

"This is the Imperial Mausoleum, it's not a restaurant inn, the conditions are difficult and not to mention, even if you stay, you can't do anything, you can only let us distract and take care of you."

That's too straightforward. Jing Che puffed up his face with some damaged self-esteem, and pushed away the seven shadows: "If it weren't for me, would you be able to survive in the secret passage!" ”

That's true, but it doesn't mean she can fight like a warrior. Although Seven Shadows didn't know what kind of power this girl contained, as far as the current appearance was concerned, she was really a big problem......

"Then in order to repay you, I will send you back to your master...... Luckily? ”

"You-" Jing Che choked, slightly annoyed, his mouth moved tangledly, but he didn't hold back another word.

Things have developed like this, Jing Che feels that he is in an embarrassing situation where he can't advance or retreat. She never thought that Baili Kazama would really leave her alone and leave in style, she would be so presumptuous because she saw that he would not leave her, but this time, it was not as she wished.

She thought that she was not unreasonable, but she really wanted to awaken his conscience with a good heart, so she provoked him. She's right, why should she give in to him? Although it was a little too much to pour wine on his head, it was also self-inflicted. But the consequence of this is that he is so free and easy to say that he will leave, and if he doesn't want her, he won't want her.

She desperately needed a step down the stairs so she could continue to take her with her without an apology...... It's good to use the Seven Shadows as a shield.

But...... I always feel that I can't pull my face. Jing Che actually stomped his feet with a blushing face, blushed slightly, and looked around mysteriously before he said confidently: "Then when you send me back, you have to tell the dead drunkard that you have to send me back, not me who I want to come back." ”

"Okay." As long as he can send the little ancestor away, even if he says in front of the Sword Saint that he is kneeling and begging her to go back, he can do it.

Only then did he feel slightly relieved: "Then let's go." ”

The Seven Shadows carried Jing Che on his back, and with his divine skills, it didn't take long for him to catch up with Baili Kazama.

But when he was only a few steps away and could sweep close to the side of the wind for hundreds of miles, Jing Che suddenly grabbed his robe and said hurriedly in his ear: "Don't go over yet!" ”

Her warm breath sprayed in her ears, and Qiying unconsciously blushed and replied, "What...... What's wrong? ”

Jing Che thought about it, this still doesn't work. Even if Seven Shadows said that he had to send her back, but at the same time, he also tacitly agreed to her own approval of this matter, then Master would definitely think that she was going to give in.

It's still too humiliating.

"Put me down."

Seven Shadows was slightly puzzled, but obediently put her down.

"You go first." Although he is not short, he is also a cut short of seven shadows, but when he raises his bewitching peach blossom eyes, he is full of aura, like a princess, and he is commanding.

"Don't you need to explain to the Juggernaut?" The Seven Shadows are slightly sluggish.

"No, I told him myself," I already had other calculations in mind, "Is it safe around here?" There's no such thing as a youkai mountain spirit, right? ”

"The imperial tomb is heavy in yin and nourishes monsters, and it is okay to have a blue sky and a daytime, but it is not safe at night. Therefore, the Wangchuan Underground Palace should set up a night enchantment. By the way, there is a thief cave on the west side of this forest, and it is now a gathering place for monsters and evil creatures, so it is best for you and the Sword Master not to go there. ”

"I see." Suddenly a bright smile bloomed, extremely sincere.

The mottled shadows of the trees fell on her white face, and the spots of light flickered in her crooked eyes, and the smile was as dazzling as the light of the city, and fell straight to the bottom of her heart.

Seven Shadows was stunned for a moment, hurriedly arched his hand, and escaped with the Divine Technique.

When Jing Che saw Qiying leave, his smile slowly drooped, and his gaze followed the man in the dark robe in front of him with a contradictory gaze.

She didn't notice that his speed had slowed down.