Hearing this, Wanyan Qianhua's eyes flickered slightly. She poured another glass of wine and said, "It didn't matter five years ago." As she spoke, she chuckled again, "Oh! It should be said that it never mattered."
That person never wanted to have anything to do with her, and she was just being persistent on her own before.
Hearing this and looking at the expression on her face, Fengjiu was slightly surprised. From her point of view, although her sister said that she had let it go and it didn't matter anymore, it didn't seem to be the case.
When she first met her elder sister, she admired her from the bottom of her heart. She was so similar to her. She naturally knew that her standards were not low, otherwise she would not have been without someone she liked for so many years.
But she didn't expect that after coming to the upper world from the lower world, she met someone who made her heart beat, and she would actually give up her proud face and lower herself to pursue love. What she didn't expect was that the person she fell in love with was the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect.
The sect leader Jun Jueshang, who is said to be hundreds of years old.
Although, in the world of immortal cultivation, age is not a focus of attention, and there are many powerful people or people in large families who are surrounded by young and beautiful female cultivators, but she did not expect that her sister would fall in love with a man who is hundreds of years old.
When she heard her talking about Jun Jueshang, she wanted to meet this man. She was curious from the bottom of her heart, how outstanding could a man be who could make her sister fall in love
Drinking and thinking, she watched her sister finish a glass of wine in one gulp. She couldn't help but chuckle, "Sister, you'll get drunk easily if you drink like this."
"It's good to be drunk."
As Wanyan Qianhua spoke, she drank another glass of wine and said, "Ajiu, tell me, why does he look down on me?" Wherever Wanyan Qianhua went, she was dazzling. How many young men from aristocratic families and how many outstanding men from sects admired her, but the man she loved treated her like dust.
Fengjiu held her chin with one hand and looked at her without saying anything. After a while, she smiled and said, "Sister, I'll give you some of my treasured drink."
As she spoke, she took out a pot of wine from the space and poured her a glass: "Sister, try it."
Wanyan Qianhua drank it in one gulp. After taking a sip, she glanced at Fengjiu. Her beautiful eyes were filled with charm and confusion. “God is intoxicated?”
“Haha, it’s the Immortal Drunk. After the improvement, does it taste better?” Feng Jiu said with a smile.
"You want to get me drunk?" Wanyan Qianhua said, and he took the wine jug and poured another glass.
"No, I just wanted to let you taste my improved version of the Divine Intoxicant." Fengjiu smiled awkwardly.
"How many drinks do you think I need to drink before I get drunk?" Wanyan Qianhua asked. He drank the third cup and was about to pour another one when his vision started to dizzy.
Fengjiu pursed her lips and smiled: "No matter how strong you are, you must get drunk after three cups." Otherwise, how can it be said to be improved
She smiled at her drunken self lying on the table and called out, "Who's outside?"
"Master." Qin Xin and Leng Shuang walked in.
"Help her back to her room to rest, and tell people not to disturb her. Let her have a good sleep." Feng Jiu said as she stood up and brushed her robe lightly. A layer of light passed through her body, dispersing the alcohol smell on her body.