Dongfang Shiming was on the ground on his back, but Xi Zishi was on the ground with his face. Just as Dongfang Shiming felt a chill on his back, Xi Zishi beside him screamed and jumped up.
At this time, the sour smell of the ground drifted into Dongfang Shiming's nose. He felt a stirring in his throat and quickly covered his mouth and nose with a fan to prevent him from retching.
But Xi Zishi was not so lucky. He chewed mud like a dog, and the original taste entered his throat. Now he has hunched over and vomited. Dongfang Shiming stood up slowly and soon found that his back was covered with filth.
He frowned, and the choking smell kept coming over him. Dongfang Shiming simply took off his coat, leaving only a white lining that was not soaked.
Xi Zishi vomited there for a long time, and the drunkenness just now disappeared a lot. At the same time, Dongfang Shiming's hostility towards this person gradually faded a bit.
After all, this person's mind really doesn't look very sound...
Xi Zishi kept vomiting, and half of the wine he just drank poured out down his throat. Out of politeness, Dongfang Shiming had to wait quietly behind him. But the smell was getting stronger and stronger, so he had to hide under the eaves.
Gradually, he realized that the strange smell he had smelled since entering the yard probably came from the mouth of the person in front of him.
Considering the filth on the ground, Dongfang Shiming couldn't help but frown as he looked at the saliva dripping from the corner of Shunxi Zishi's mouth.
Although he never cursed, his mood at the moment was no different from that complicated state of mind.
And just when he was thinking this, Xi Zishi, not far away, seemed to have vomited almost everything in his stomach.
He was still coughing violently, but seemed to be much more conscious. He turned around awkwardly, looked at the young man in front of him, and kept rubbing his chest with one hand.
Dongfang Shiming couldn't bear to see him look like this.
He took out a piece of plain brocade from his sleeve, hesitated, and handed it to him: "Are you... okay?"
Without any excuse, Xi Zishi took the brocade over and wiped the corners of his mouth several times. After coughing a few more times, he managed to stand up.
"I...ahem, I'm fine, are you okay too...?" But the alcohol was on his mind, and he wasn't completely awake yet. He was probably in a half-conscious state, so he asked leisurely.
Dongfang Shiming shook his head: "I'm fine. ...I see that you drank a lot. Do you need to take a rest?"
Unexpectedly, Xi Zishi straightened his waist, crossed his hands, and proudly said: "Look...do I need a rest? I am very energetic now, so happy that I can't help but scream."
As Dongfang Shiming listened, he felt more and more that he had drunk and covered his head, which was really difficult to handle.
However, given the current situation, there may be some simple benefits.
Thinking about another problem, Dongfang Shiming rolled his eyes and immediately had an idea.
"I said, aren't you happy drinking alone here?" He squatted down instead, looking like a neighbor chatting, casual and unguarded, and looking extremely friendly.
Xi Zishi stared at him for five or six seconds, and suddenly he squatted down too.
Dongfang Shiming was slightly startled. But before he could react, the sound of whimpering filled his ears.
Looking at it again, I never thought that the person who had just been called "Beer's Spirit" was now sobbing with his head down.
"Uh..." Dongfang Shiming moved forward, a little embarrassed, "Well, don't be sad. If you have any troubles, talk about it. No matter what it is, talking about it will always make you feel better."
After saying that, he looked around uneasily at the black tank and red atmosphere around him.
I wonder if everything around here is his doing? Dongfang Shiming glanced at him secretly. But he didn't expect that Xi Zishi's eyes would meet with his, and any little move he made just now would be caught by Xi Zishi's eyes.
Dongfang Shiming's heart suddenly sank. Unexpectedly, even though this person was drunk, he was still so vigilant. Could it be that... he is really the mysterious coach that everyone in the Seven Golden Halberd Sects calls him?
"Haha..." Xi Zishi suddenly spoke, his voice like an old cow pulling a cart, "I can see what you were thinking just now, very... clearly. I guess you are the one who broke in a few days ago. The boy... right?"
Dongfang Shiming was shocked. It seems that his guess is correct, the person in front of him is exactly the coach he is looking for!
But he didn't expect that he would confirm his identity first. Dongfang Shiming did not dare to be careless, and immediately tensed up his nerves, always paying attention to the flaws in his words.
"I am." Now that he has been recognized, it is futile to hide it. Dongfang Shiming admitted straightforwardly, still smiling, "You...have been paying attention to me for a long time?"
Xi Zishi shook his head, and his messy hair became even more messy: "That's not true. But I have always wanted to chat with you...because of some, hiccup-private matters."
A heavy burp of wine did not overpower the last two words he emphasized. Dongfang Shiming suddenly felt his eyes light up and was fully focused on the next conversation.
"Is it those personal matters that make you feel bad, so much so that you drink to drown your sorrows, and make the horse market look like this?" Dongfang Shiming quickly understood. Judging from the character of the person in front of him, he does appear to be candid enough to do these things.
Thinking about it this way, what I saw along the way was not that terrible.
As expected, Xi Zishi nodded: "I drank a lot of wine and vomited a lot. Ma Shi, I didn't let my subordinates come in to live in the house, but on a whim these days, I just... made it happen That’s it.”
"Don't let subordinates come in and live here?" Dongfang Shiming felt a little curious after hearing what he said, "Why is this?"
Xi Zishi suddenly raised his hand and hit his forehead twice, which shocked Dongfang Shiming.
"I think I've done a lot of evil... I won't let these bastards destroy other people's families anymore." Suddenly, he raised his head like crazy again, his eyes gleaming, "No, that's not the point."
Dongfang Shiming laughed along with him, trying to smooth over his curiosity just now.
"Let me ask you first: What do you think you feel when you come into the horse market... uh, the strongest feeling?" He looked straight at Dongfang Shiming's face, as if to see through his true heart.
Being stared at by his burning eyes, Dongfang Shiming felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't help but take half a step back. However, Xi Zishi's question surprised him, and he immediately said: "Depressed, and confused. There was darkness and blood under the feet and above the head, in front of and behind the body. The strongest feeling... should be four words: No way out retreat."
Suddenly, when Xi Zishi heard Dongfang Shiming's answer, he clapped his hands and praised loudly: "Say, that's well said! You and I are like-minded, and I saw you right!"
