"There are so many stars in the sky..."
It turned out that this was what it felt like to see stars in front of your eyes. The man almost hung upside down and smashed into the wall that was not very strong, and then fell to the ground.
"Uh... stars..."
Xia Zhichan's eyes were blurred, and she was lying on the ground in a daze, with her legs still hanging on the wall. She looked as embarrassed as she wanted.
The woman in white gradually approaches.
She was as cold as ice, her pretty little face was tight, her brows were slightly raised with a hint of anger, and her pink lips were pressed into a thin line.
At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and red clouds filled the sky.
It was like fire burning the whole sky.
The woman came covered in red clouds all over the sky, and her white clothes were like the last stubborn white cloud, refusing to be stained by any color.
Buzz.
Yun Wuhen pulled out all the pieces in his hand, and the snow-white sword trembled slightly in the air.
"Uh... the stars... are gone..."
Xia Zhichan squirmed a few times, his drunken face showing a strange blush. He muttered several times, but he could only hear a few words with unclear meanings.
With a snap, the two legs that were leaning against the wall fell down.
He had no intention of getting up. Instead, he squirmed a few times, as if he was planning to find a more comfortable position on the ground and prepare to fall asleep.
"Xia Zhichan..."
The woman in white whispered his name, then raised the cold sword in her hand, preparing to stab him.
Not only did the other party not respond, but he seemed to turn over unintentionally.
The woman raised her eyebrows and put the sharp sword against her, stopping just a few inches away from the man's face.
The cold air on the sword's body was combined with the extremely cold weather in late autumn.
It made people shudder.
Xia Zhichan, who had closed her eyes, seemed to shrink subconsciously and moved her body a few times as if she was afraid of the cold.
"Xia Zhichan..."
This was the second time the woman called his name, and the sword in her hand got even closer.
She was very angry, angry that the man in front of her dared to belittle her, and that he dared to be in a small wine shop just now... That herself was so abominable!
But what's the use of being angry? Can you really beat him to death, or can you never see him again? I'm afraid neither method is possible.
Xia Zhichan fell to the ground and snored slightly.
At such a terrible moment of life and death, he actually fell asleep so heartlessly. Perhaps because he was drunk, he couldn't wake up no matter how he screamed, and he didn't even have the most basic sense of crisis.
"Xia Zhichan..."
This was the third time that his name had been called. Jiang Qin's anger was not as strong as it was at the beginning, but he was not willing to let go of Xia Zhichan who had made a big mistake easily.
She put Yun Wuhen back into the sheath, and then kicked Xia Zhichan on the ground several times, but there were no footprints left at all on the black and white mysterious robe.
But even this was not enough to relieve her anger. The woman looked at Xia Zhichan who was sleeping soundly, and her eyes turned to her.
She reached into her sleeves and rummaged through her robe, then took out a writing brush.
"Hehehe, Xia Zhichan, this is my punishment for you!"
Using a brush to draw outlines on Xia Zhichan's face seemed to be drawing something. First, I painted on the left cheek, painted half of it and applied it vigorously a few times, and then moved to the right cheek.
"Hey, hey, I'm not very good at drawing turtles, so I'll draw you a puppy."
Jiang Qin is now half trying to relieve himself, and half is a little childlike. She remembered that she often liked to draw on paper when she was a child, and she secretly drew on other people's faces when she was angry.
She first planned to draw a turtle, but later she felt that a turtle was not good enough to reflect her superb painting skills, so she drew a big black dog with its tongue sticking out on the right cheek.
Of course, she is not a good painter, so the turtle was painted into a black cake halfway through the painting. The big dog was painted well, and the general appearance of a dog can be vaguely seen.
"Hehehe, how's it going?"
Jiang Qin put away her brush with satisfaction. She had forgotten what happened just now. After all, she couldn't really do anything to Xia Zhichan.
The man lying on the ground was snoring slightly, as if he didn't know that his face had become someone else's canvas, and his face was scrawled with ink to look ugly.
"Um……"
Xia Zhichan muttered a few words, not knowing whether he was answering Jiang Qin's question or simply talking in his sleep.
Jiang Qin admired it again. If Xia Zhichan's black and white mysterious robe had not been able to paint, she would have made another picture of mountains and flowing water.
Putting the brush into her sleeve, she looked at the unconscious man on the ground, and intended to help him back, but then she thought about why she was so nice to him.
Just let him stay here, it's fine.
Jiang Qin clapped his hands and looked at the great masterpiece he had worked hard on, with uncontrollable happiness in his eyes. She took a few last glances before flying away with sword light.
For an hour, passers-by looked at the man sleeping like a dead pig on the ground in surprise. Several beggars in rags saw it and discussed whether to drag this guy into a beggar gang.
"It seems to be true..."
On the clouds, Jiang Qin sat cross-legged for an hour.
She didn't leave at all. Although she pretended to leave, she immediately floated back on the white clouds and stopped in the sky above where Xia Zhichan was sleeping.
Now the setting sun has completely set, and the light disappears little by little behind the mountains to the west, like a huge black cloth pulled up to cover the sky.
Only a few remaining stars hung on it, and a crescent moon emerged from behind the east mountain.
The reason why Jiang Qin left and came back was because she was worried that Xia Zhichan was deliberately pretending to be asleep to deceive her. If that was the case, she would suffer a big loss.
Xia Zhichan was frivolous. She just kicked him a few times and drew two pictures on his face. Wouldn't that be too advantageous for him?
So she came back again, deliberately hiding in the dark and quietly observing.
But after watching for an hour, except for Xia Zhichan turning over occasionally, there was no sign of him pretending to be asleep.
Jiang Qin nodded his forehead, feeling that he still thought too complicatedly. It seemed that Xia Zhichan really drank too much this time, and did something impulsive after drinking.
She could only admit that she was unlucky.
The fingers gently rubbed on her cheeks, stroking the areas where she had been frivolous. The temperature on the man's lips had been forgotten, leaving only a faint scent of wine.
The woman didn't know how to drink, but she was still quite drunk.
She rode the clouds and left quietly under the light moonlight.
Alas, otherwise the woman in white would be too naive. As soon as her front foot left, Xia Zhichan, who had fallen on the ground unconscious, opened her eyes in an instant.
"Finally left..."
He sat up and wiped his cheek with his hand. Instead of wiping off the ink on his face, it stained his palm black.
"Hahaha, the best way is to pretend to be asleep. Otherwise, your face would be cut with a sword instead of being painted on your face."
Xia Zhichan didn't care, stood up and took two steps.
I found that although it seemed that I flew far away and hit the wall upside down, the actual injuries I suffered were almost negligible.
Although Jiang Qin was angry, he still deliberately reduced his strength.
Coupled with the black and white mysterious robe, Xia Zhichan only suffered minor injuries, although she might have been seriously injured in the eyes of others.
It's almost like sitting on your butt with your feet slipping and squatting, it doesn't feel too big.
He walked back to the shop where he had been drinking, picked up half a bottle of wine from his table, and used strong liquor to wash away the ink on his face and hands.
The drinkers around him all watched helplessly as he flew out, and now they actually saw him come back almost intact.
Everyone raised their glasses to him in admiration.
"Young hero, all men are fearless, but if you are afraid of your wife..."
There are the kind of drinkers who love to chat, and they just chat and joke casually even if they don’t know each other.
"Hahaha, that's right."
There were also a few people on the side who helped.
Xia Zhichan could only smile and shake his head. He did not explain too much. After all, the relationship between him and Jiang Qin was relatively subtle and could not be explained clearly in a sentence or two.
I'd say it has something to do with it. There is really no definite relationship between the two of them, and their sects are also different. If it weren't for what happened in Jiangcheng this time, they probably wouldn't know each other at all.
But it doesn't matter at all. From the time they first met to the present, they had worked together to eliminate demons, set up traps to catch catfish spirits, and exchanged Qi with each other. Xia Zhichan had only told Jiang Qin the secret.
In short, it's more subtle now and I can't explain clearly.
He lifted up the fallen Nan Er vigorously from under the table, then threw the latter on the chair. He also asked the store for another pot of strong liquor, and poured it directly into Nan Er's mouth.
"Ahem, cough...you almost choked me when you stepped on the horse!"
Nan Er might have been drunk at the beginning, but Xia Zhichan pretended to sleep outside for an hour, and he really slept under the table in the wine shop for an hour.
When Xia Zhichan lifted him up, there was still saliva at the corner of Nan Er's mouth.
"I'm awake, let's drink some more wine to wake up."
Is this a human saying? This is the first time I heard that drinking can help you sober up. Doesn’t it mean that the more you drink this wine, the more you will wake up.
"Get out! Don't try to get me drunk here."
Xia Zhichan put down the wine bottle in a funny way. He looked at the half-drunk Nan Er in a funny way and asked:
"What's the point of me making you drink?"
"You...wanted money and killed yourself!"
Nan Er's mind was not clear at all. He was talking nonsense now, and he was covering his wallet hard, as if he was really afraid that Xia Zhichan would steal his money.
"I ride a horse to gain your wealth... Do you have money to ride a horse?"
Xia Zhichan asked loudly.
Nan Er pinched his wallet with blurred eyes, and then firmly used a louder voice to cover up Xia Zhichan's voice, so that everyone in the room heard clearly:
"No!!!"
Not as loud as you still yelled.
The room burst into laughter, and Xia Zhichan almost couldn't stand upright with laughter. This was the first time he saw him being so confident even though he had no money.
Nan Er also laughed. He didn't know why he roared so loudly just now.
Until the moon rises to the west tower.
The two of them walked staggeringly towards Jiangcheng Station, shoulder to shoulder.
"Hiccup~"
Nan Er burped after drinking. After all, his drinking capacity was much worse than that of Jiu Mengzi's Xia Zhichan. His whole body was almost light and his legs were as soft as noodles.
Xia Zhichan laughed loudly, but just as she was smiling happily, she suddenly burped.
Now both of them are laughing and laughing.
At this moment, a sharp voice suddenly came from behind:
"Stop! Robbery!"
Then there was a stuttering voice:
"Yes, fighting and robbing!"
Xia Zhichan and Nan Er turned around and looked at the two thieves masked in black cloth with confused expressions on their faces.
One is a five-color spirit official with strange magic skills.
One is a swordsman with godlike sword skills.
Were you robbed today?
