Jiang Qinfeng woke up slowly, and a layer of hazy aroma of wine floated on his nose. His head was a little painful, and his memory was broken. He sat up with a confused look. Looking around, the colorful brocade screen found that he was still in the room of the Mozhuxiang Pavilion. It was a cool under his body, and there was a black jade bed.

...It seems that he had drunk wine and fell asleep?

Drinking alcohol will make things worse, and drinking spiritual wine will make things worse.

"Ayou?"

Jiang Qinfeng stood up and lifted the bead curtain. The round pearls collided with each other, making a pleasant sound.

The windows were wide open, the sun was bright and the room was bright. He was shook his eyes and continued to walk forward with his bare feet.

The man knelt in front of the bamboo table, holding a white jade pen with mutton fat with clear joints, hovering over the rice paper, frowned and pondering.

The sun shone on his quiet side face, almost transparent, and the curled eyelids cast a shallow shadow under his eyes. The vermilion-woven gold-woven clothes spread behind him. The complex patterns flashed with wave-like glow in the brightness, like the burning wings of a phoenix bird in the nine heavens.

He was painting, but he himself was a pleasing painting.

"Are you awake?"

Jiang Youlin turned his head, with a bit of inexplicable transcendence in his eyes, and he almost looked up the young master's body up and down. Before he came to his senses, he lowered his eyelashes. The changes in the wind and clouds were just phantoms, and many thoughts were hidden in the corners of his raised lips.

"Do you still feel comfortable..."

Something seems to have changed, but it seems that nothing has changed.

Jiang Qinfeng blinked gently and realized that he was talking about drunkenness.

To be ashamed, he saw a woman in red with a blurred face in his dream. He had a very absurd dream. Although he had not reached the depths of Wushan, he was still alive and fragrant. But when he woke up, he was fine, and he was not in a slight slickness. Otherwise, he would have no shame to face Jiang Youlin.

It is said that spring/dreams are Wuhen, and he is drunk so much.

Logically speaking, he is at the age of qi and blood. Because of the constitution of Bing Linggen, he has not had high demand in that aspect. He also spent time in his dreams when he was a modern college student, but in this life, he felt a little cold and it was the first time... Oh, I have to give up the time when I was a Drunken Life Dream Death Tower.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qinfeng's thoughts couldn't help but fly to Xie Lingtan's place.

He was like this because of the buff of the ice spirit root that was pure and weak. As we all know, the dragon nature was originally **, and I really don’t know how Brother Xie, who is also full of energy, solved this problem.

"Why don't you answer? You feel uncomfortable? Your face is also red?"

He pulled back his thoughts of riding a horse and said suddenly: "This spiritual wine is really strong, and I'm a little dizzy now."

He paused and gritted his teeth: "I wonder if I did anything rude after I got drunk, so I apologize here first."

Alas, these fragrant wines in the cultivation world are really evil, and you will be hit if you don’t pay attention.

Fortunately, it was Ayou this time. If it were someone with ulterior motives, it would be easier to take his life? He had to be more careful in the future. He could not fall into a pit a few times, and it would be difficult to knock him down next time.

"No need to apologize. This beauty is half-open in drunken clothes, half-tied with black hair, and lazily leaning against the bed. What a great scene. My brother is drunk and well-behaved. The more I look at it, I am more happy, so I draw it down as I look."

"Ah? You've drawn it?"

Jiang Qinfeng was like lightning strike.

Wow, who is this person? Who is this person? He is drunk and still can still draw calmly next to him. He is so well-drawn? So vivid?

He quickly sat next to Jiang Youlin, bent down to look at the drunken ghost on the painting, his clothes were not in order, half of his shoulders exposed, half open his eyes, like a drunk cat...

Alas, it's embarrassing.

Jiang Qinfeng immediately became uncomfortable and was at a loss, so he had to tidy up his appearance, but found that he had even changed his clothes.

"I changed it, and I spilled some wine."

Before he could ask, Jiang Youlin answered, and finally received a soothing smile.

"Oh, thank you."

He apologized clumsyly, and didn't know how to continue the topic.

"I have always liked to draw you, and this time I have fulfilled my long-cherished wish for many years. We will clear the two of them at the auction. I ordered this honey wine and it is expensive. I will pay for it by my brother."

Don't, it's more like paying back the money with a drink. He is a serious immortal cultivator.

"I can't do it, I'm here to pay back the money, why did you still let you pay it?"

"Xiaofeng, listen to my brother, this is the only thing I can do for you."

Jiang Youlin raised his eyes and his face was slender and soft, and his sharp eyes showed strong aggressiveness and was in danger of being rejected.

His path of cultivation could be seen at a glance. Using evil and sneaky methods was just to deal with the world's pretense. In the end, he could not shelter his younger brother from the wind and rain. The most proud ability of the city was limited to the insignificant Shang Kingdom. His younger brother was amazing. He did not have such a big cage, so he paid attention to the birds whose feathers were shining brightly.

The only remaining sense of security is entirely dependent on the brotherhood of no blood. When Jiang Youlin was dealing with city affairs, he was decisive when killing the demons, but he was extremely indecisive when facing his beloved brother.

He didn't have the courage to reveal his impure thoughts. Once he said it, he couldn't even grasp what he had now.

Such tenderness and sweetness are something that women in the world cannot get, but Jiang Qinfeng gradually felt a little uncomfortable.

Compared to the master's straightforwardness and iceberg straightforwardness, Ayou was too feminine, like a weak and powerless vine, tangled, stubborn and fanatical, so intimate that he felt a little uncomfortable and suffocated.

"No, Ah You, I hope-"

"Don't you want me to treat you well? Where did my brother not do well?"

“No——”

"I want to be nice to you. If you refuse, my heart will start to hurt."

"This, this, there is no need to be so exaggerated?"

Jiang Youlin was already charming and gorgeous, and his eyes were red at this time. Looking at him with grievance, it made people feel softer than usual.

"Xiaofeng, you won't understand. You and I are separated from each other. We can finally meet in Kaihuang. Gold, silver and treasures are nothing but things outside. If you can get your smile, it proves that I still need you. It will be the greatest comfort to me."

Jiang Qinfeng admitted defeat: "...ah."

Ahhh, this is really tangled and hard to refuse.

"This, yes, I'm sorry? I shouldn't..."

Jiang Qinfeng frowned, feeling distressed, what should he not be?

It is natural to pay back the money if he owes debts. How could he take the initiative to pay back the money? Is it so stressful?

Yes, it's another lesson, don't borrow it next time.

He relaxed his guard, and Jiang Youlin naturally leaned in his arms, snuggled up between his neck, and smelled the familiar fragrance of ice and snow. In the darkness that Jiang Qinfeng could not see, his bright red lips curled up slightly.

It's just a pity that it's hard to lick that cute bite mark any longer.

The wound that connected their past and present was like an indescribable sexy band. Just licking, it hurts hard somewhere.

Just as Jiang Qinfeng was comforting his "sad" brother, a figure flipped up from the window with a loud bang. Seeing the two people dependent on each other, his eyes froze and his face suddenly became cold.

"...If I remember correctly, this is the 30th floor, and there is a magic circle outside each floor?"

Jiang Qinfeng looked up when he heard the sound. The person who came was holding a sword in his hand. The sharp tip of the sword passed through the ground, leaving traces of snake walking. He was wearing light on his back, and his waist and back curves were clear and reliable. This figure was also a good place in the cultivation world. Now it seems to be extremely deterrent.

For some reason, his heart was shocked, and he was not so at ease holding Jiang Youlin's hand.

Xie Lingtan pursed her lips, which was very attractive.

"They intentionally stopped me from coming in, and I insisted on coming in and seeing what you are doing."

"What are you doing?"

"Drink some wine, you know, pay back the money." Jiang Qinfeng explained softly.

"You still won't let go?"

"ah?"

Xie Lingtan tightened her chin, obviously enduring to the limit, with a thick spark in her tone, and walked over to pull the ignorant Jiang Qinfeng away from Jiang Youlin.

"Bang."

Jiang Youlin held his younger brother's hand, raised his beautiful and handsome face upwards, and his eyes were threatened.

"I drink with my brother and I toast. Xie Lingtan, you are rude and stubborn. Is it the Shangqing people who did it?"

They intersected their eyes and walked away in the air for several rounds.

Xie Lingtan smiled and retorted: "You and him are not brothers. Are you so close to each other so deliberately? Is it because of deep love and loyalty or bad intentions? The Jiang family borrowed Xiaofeng's talent and I don't know how much help from Shangqing has received in recent years, high-level monks, entry quotas, heavenly magic weapons, and unique mental methods. Which one is not more expensive than spirit stones? Why are you pretending to be generous?"

Jiang Youlin felt aching in his heart, and he forced a smile and said, "Xiaofeng, even your true life experience tells him, "He is so good? So worthy of your trust?"

"My brother Xie and I have supported each other for many years, and the relationship is extraordinary. However, his life experience was asked by him in Linjiang, and it was not me who told me on his own initiative... Don't be angry either. This spirit stone is not so important."

There was a cooling array in the room, and he was also a body that was born not afraid of heat. Jiang Qinfeng touched his forehead suspiciously, always suspected that he was sweating with nervousness.

He deserves to be so nervous that he sweats. He still thinks that the conflict between the two people in front of him is because of the spirit stone.

Jiang Youlin felt relieved for a moment, and then heard the young master say, "I am tired today, so I will go back with Brother Xie first."

After all, he didn't want to stay by Jiang Youlin's side. It's one thing to be soft-hearted, and it's another thing to like it or not.

"etc."

This statement did not come from the mouth of the lost Jiang Youlin, but Xie Lingtan used the Broken Gold Sword to provoke the newly completed painting.

The wind blows, and the fragrance of wine is still on the painting.

"This painting..."

The shocking cold air at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes turned into terrible anger.
To be continued...