It had been half a month since I received Jun Ting's letter! Nalan Wuqing was still wandering around looking for Nuwa's immortal tomb in a restaurant called "Xuan Yue City" and getting drunk day and night.
When the Xuanwu Ice Lion saw his master Nalan Wuqing, he had never been in such a low mood before, so he guessed that his master must be sad because of the content of the letter written to her by the maid Jun Ting.
Yes, who in the world can accept the fact that his mother poisoned and killed her father with her own hands? Therefore, Xuanwu Ice Lion felt Nalan Wuqing's extremely depressed and sad behavior.
This is all normal, but as her spiritual beast, he still feels extremely sorry for his master.
Today, Nalan Wuqing still placed his Heaven-Destroying Sword on the wine table in the Wanlai Inn. There was only a plate of peanuts placed on the table, and the rest was the five pieces that Nalan Wuqing drank up.
The altar is filled with old wine.
But she was still lying on the table, knocking the peanuts into pieces, raising her left leg high, holding up the purple wine jar, and kept pouring wine into her mouth.
She looked like she was drunk, with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes. From a distance, she didn’t look like a woman at all, but more like a homeless man who lived a life of drinking and drinking! The Xuanwu Ice Lion couldn’t stand it any longer, so he turned
The horn on his forehead was pointed at the wine jar that he was holding in his metal hands, and then he shot out an ice knife and hit the wine jar. Suddenly, the ice knife pulled the wine jar away from it.
Lan Wuqing pushed it out with both hands and hit the wall of the Wanlai Inn. It suddenly fell to pieces! The wine spilled all over the floor, exuding a strong aroma of alcohol!"
The crashing and clattering sound of the wine jar immediately angered some other drinking guests in the inn. At one table, it looked like bandits jumped up and pointed at the drunken Nalan Wuqing with a sword.
: "Damn it, stinky bitch, are you looking for death? Are you thinking that this is your home? Why are you playing there, throwing things, trying to scare us? Let me tell you, we are bandits. If you are so presumptuous again, be careful and catch you.
Go to Black Mountain to be our wife of Yazhai!"
The Xuanwu Ice Lion had already felt the thick murderous smell of his master, which was made worse by the smell of alcohol. He saw Nalan Wuqing swaying his drunken body, and raised his hands towards the broken wine on the ground.
She pointed at the fragments of the altar, and then looked at the five or six bandits who also came to the inn to drink with extremely fierce eyes. At this time, her hands had already used the wind power to remove the scattered ones on the ground.
The sharp fragments of the wine jar were sucked up and floated to the ground.
"Hey, brothers, have you seen this? This girl is getting tough at us? And she's still fucking glaring at me? Brothers, what do you think we should do?"
Immediately, the bandits walked towards Nalan Wuqing with swords and ferocious bearded faces. Then, they laughed sinisterly and said: "Haha, such a girl is so tasteful. Even if she dares to offend us,
Take her back to Montenegro to be your wife! Hahaha, brothers, come on! We are robbing her!"
Nalan Wuqing, who was intoxicated, gritted her teeth and said: "Damn it, you bunch of bitches, how dare you make me angry when I am upset? Go to the underworld to find a female ghost to be the wife of the village! You bitches, go to hell.