"kill!"

It was straightforward, but then Su Changhe added:

"But not now.

We don't do anything worthless. Killing him would cost too much.

The curtain hasn't been raised yet, everything is going according to plan."

"yes."

…

As night falls, I return to the tavern.

"Come, brother Zhang Liang, have a taste of this romance."

At this time, there were only two people in the huge tavern, Zhang Liang and Luo Mingxuan.

"Brother Luo, you're welcome, please!"

As the wine enters the throat, a refreshing breath instantly penetrates the heart.

It's obviously white wine, but it's not spicy. It's called soda, but it's still memorable.

A glass of wine went down his throat, and Zhang Liang, who didn't like drinking very much, became interested in romance.

“Good wine!”

"Here, try this second glass of wine."

"Our rule here is not to drink four drinks in a row!"

"Otherwise, how can we call it Fenghuaxueyue!"

Zhang Liang nodded and said he understood.

After the second glass of wine, an unknown fragrance emerged, like the fragrance of a flower, but I didn't know which flower it was.

Then came the third glass of wine.

When you first enter, it feels like you are entering a world of ice and snow, but after you taste it carefully, you will feel warm and cold at the same time.

“Good wine!”

Unknowingly, the young man's face was filled with blush.

"Please drink this cup to the full!"

"Come on, do it!"

With that said, the boy drank the last glass.

As cold as the moon, an even colder mood permeated Zhang Liangliang than before.

What followed was an unprecedented loneliness.

In the bright moonlight, I was alone.

"Not bad, not bad!"

The blush on his face became more obvious, and there was a hint of drunkenness in his eyes.

"Zhang Liang, are you okay?"

"Fortunately, I'm... fine~"

Luo Mingxuan was a little puzzled. Seeing the gourd hanging on his waist, he thought he was a master of drinking.

As a result, it was not enough after only four glasses of wine.

It’s a bit unexpected!

However, now that I'm here, I can't come in vain.

"Zhang Liang, do you have any special method?"

"What...special?"

"That's it, look, you have only been in Xueyue City for more than half a month, and yet you have made the eldest lady completely devoted to you. How did you do it?"

"Uh, I'm not sure...well, you go ask her."

Why is this wine so high?

It's obviously not spicy, but it makes you feel dizzy.

"Zhang Liang, it's okay, just tell me quietly.

I promise not to tell anyone else, it’s just the two of us now."

"You, who are you going to pursue?"

"No, isn't this just curiosity?

But let me tell you, if it weren’t for your fireworks last night, I guess you would have a hard time today?”

"Why?"

"You don't know how many disciples in our Xueyue City have a good impression of Junior Sister Qianluo.

If it weren't for the fireworks, you wouldn't have a chance to drink with me."

"So...that's it, thank you very much!"

"Why are you being polite to me? What you said last night was particularly to my liking.

If I hadn't been guarding Dengtian Pavilion during the day, we should have had a drink."

"To be honest, I don't have a way...

However, I have a book here... that I can show you."

Looking at Luo Mingxuan, who was about to split into two figures, Zhang Liang took out a book from his arms and handed it to him.

"Here it is!"

Seeing Zhang Liang passing the book towards him, Luo Mingxuan knew that he was drunk.

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes? What is this?"

"A... nice... novel. You can read it yourself, or... you can show it to your master."

"Okay! Let's take you back!"

Seeing this, Luo Mingxuan no longer had any hope.

With that said, he was about to help Zhang Liang up.

"I'll do it! Senior Brother Luo, if you have anything to do, go back first!"

"Okay, Junior Sister Qianluo."

Zhang Liang gently helped him up, and Sikong Qianluo carefully led the young man back.

As a martial artist, there is no such thing as being dragged down by a drunk man.

It won't be like a dead pig that can't be dragged.

Even Zhang Liang was still sane at this time

"Hey, Qianluo, why are you... here?"

"Qianluo, how come you... turned into two?"

"Fool!"

With a chuckle, Sikong Qianluo helped Zhang Liang and continued walking.

Under the stars, on the street.

The couple walked step by step, like a pair of wives over fifty years old.

Under the moonlight, their shadows gradually closed up.

"Idiot, you drink so much if you can't drink."

Looking at the young man lying on his shoulder, Sikong Qianluo cursed him for being stupid, but he was full of doting.

At this moment, the roles of the two seemed to have been reversed.

…

Late at night, the city lord's mansion.

"Back!"

"Abba~"

"The wine is not bad, but the drinking capacity is too low. I will take him to practice more in the future."

"receive!"

…
To be continued...