Suddenly Chengfeng grabbed Qi Xueshou and ran to the left, "Here!"
Qi Xue felt the temperature from his hands, and she couldn't help but tremble, and her body seemed to follow him like the snow that went up with the wind. For a moment, Qi Xue really wanted to let him hold her back. Regarding these earthly things again, she knew that all this was just her own fantasy, just as the wind would always stop and the snow would always be silent.
Chengfeng smashed the door leading to another room, where the three houses are connected, and the house is in a circular shape, guarding the'Spirit Medicine Pavilion' in the middle.
When the door slammed open, a strong scent of alcohol immediately smoked out. Qi Xue hated the smell the most. She hurriedly covered her nose with her sleeves, frowning her eyebrows.
09 Alcoholic Taoist
There are only a few simple tables and chairs in the room, but wine jars, wine jars, and wine bottles are piled up everywhere, as if entering a wine cellar. Then there are several wine hiccups. Follow the sound to see the corner. A drunk man sat on one side, holding a jug of wine in his arms, and his face was filled with drunkenness. This man dressed as a Taoist priest. His long hair, which was arbitrarily rolled up with a hosta, seemed to have not been washed for half a month. The face was full of stubble, the clothes were loose and loose, the upper half of his chest was exposed, and he looked extremely sloppy. The man raised his eyes and looked at the two Chengfeng who suddenly broke in, and smiled, as if he had not yet woken up from the drunkenness.
Chengfeng didn’t want to pay attention to the drunk, pulling Qi Xue and trying to break the window to escape, but when he reached the window, a wine jar slammed in front of him. It was in the middle of Chengfeng’s chest, and that power contained strong mana. He immediately knocked Chengfeng down to the ground, bleeding from the corners of his mouth and his chest bursting open. Qi Xue took his shoulders and asked urgently: "How are you?"
Chengfeng smiled contemptuously, "What's the point of injury?" He pushed Qi Xue away, and stood up again, facing the opponent who had only been underestimated.
The Taoist staggered, walked crookedly, as if a gust of wind would blow it down, there was still liquor at the corner of his mouth, and he said drunkly, "It’s really disappointing to disturb me drinking, it’s overturned me so much good wine. You, let me lie on the ground and lick it drop by drop."
The other party insulted himself in this way, which completely aroused his angry blood. He slowly stood up and smiled: "Lie down on the ground? Huh, isn't this right for you?"
Cheng Feng rushed towards the man, but only halfway, the man only lifted his hand lightly, and the wine poured out of the gourd in his hand, and the wine turned into countless water blades splitting towards Cheng Feng’s limbs , Only heard the screams from him, the blood spurted out of Chengfeng's whole body, like a flying flower, passing with the wind, he fell to the ground, and he lost his spiritual power before facing the powerful mana It's so helpless, it's really sad, Chengfeng seems to have such a trace of hatred, towards Qi Xue, towards the woman Jie Lan, towards everything in the past.
But what about it? He is just the fish on the chopping board. Even resistance becomes the other party’s pleasure. Qi Xue stroking his back, enduring extreme grief, Cheng Feng suddenly hated Qi Xue, and he pushed Qi Xue rudely. Open, "Don't touch me!" Qi Xue's whole body trembled with the disgust and hatred in the words, and she looked at the arrogant figure in front of her, as if she was about to fall into a dark prison.