Jiang Qinfeng woke up slowly, with a faint aroma of wine still lingering on the tip of his nose. His head hurt slightly, and his memory was fragmented. He sat up with a confused expression, looked around, and found that he was still in the Mozhuxiang Pavilion.

In the cool room, there is a black jade bed.

...It seemed like he drank and fell asleep?

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

"Ayou?"

Jiang Qinfeng stood up and opened the bead curtain. The round pearls collided with each other and made a sweet sound.

The window was wide open, the sun was shining brightly, and the room was bright. He was shaken by the eyes and continued to walk forward with bare feet.

The man was sitting on his knees in front of the bamboo table, holding a mutton-fat white jade pen in his knuckled fingers, hovering over the rice paper, frowning and considering it.

The sun shone on his calm profile, almost making it transparent. His curled eyelashes cast a shallow shadow under his eyes. The scarlet and gold clothes spread behind him, and the complicated patterns shone like waves in the brightness.

The light is like the burning wings of the nine-sky phoenix bird.

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

"Are you awake?"

Jiang Youlin tilted his head, with a somewhat inexplicable transcendence in his eyes. He looked up and down the young master's body almost wantonly. Before he came back to his senses, he lowered his eyelashes again. The changes in the situation were just phantoms, and many thoughts were hidden in his eyes.

The corners of the lips raised.

"Do you still feel comfortable now..."

Something seems to have changed, but nothing seems to have changed.

Jiang Qinfeng blinked slightly and realized that he was referring to being drunk.

It's shameful to say that he saw a vaguely-faced woman in red in his dream, and had a very absurd dream. Although the boat did not reach the depths of Wushan Mountain, it was still alive and well, but when he woke up, there was nothing wrong with him.

There is no trace of smoothness, otherwise I would really have no shame to face Jiang Youlin.

It is said that spring/dreams are without trace, but this is also true for him when he is drunk.

It stands to reason that he is now at an age when his vitality and blood are just beginning. Due to his physique with ice spirit roots, his needs in that area are not high. What happened in the dream was that he had also made a living by himself when he was a modern college student, but in this life, he practiced

As I was practicing, I felt a little cold, and this was actually the first time I had experienced it... Oh, except for the time in the Drunk Life and Dreams of Death Building.

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

He is like this because the ice spirit root comes with the buff of being pure and celibate. As we all know, dragon nature is inherently evil. I really don’t know how Brother Xie, who is also very energetic, solves this problem.

"Why don't you answer? Are you feeling unwell? Your face is red?"

He pulled back from his thoughts of riding a horse and said loudly: "This spirit wine is so powerful that I'm even a little dizzy now."

After a pause, he gritted his teeth again: "I wonder if I did anything rude when I was drunk. I'd like to apologize here first."

Alas, these fragrances and wines in the world of cultivation are really evil, and you can fall prey to them if you are not careful.

Fortunately, it was Ayou this time. If it had been anyone else with ulterior motives, wouldn't it have been easy to kill him? He would have to be more careful in the future. He couldn't fall into a pit a few times. It would be difficult to bring him down next time.

"No need to apologize. This beauty was drunk, her clothes were half open, and her black hair was half tied, leaning on the bed. What a beautiful scene. My younger brother was very well-behaved when he was drunk. The more I looked at it, the happier I became, so I painted it like this."

"Ah? Did you draw it?"

Jiang Qinfeng was like a lightning strike.

Wow, who is this person? Who is this person? He is drunk and unconscious, but he can still draw calmly beside him, and he can draw so well? So expressively?

He quickly sat down next to Jiang Youlin, leaned down and looked at the drunkard in the painting. He was disheveled, half of his shoulders were exposed, and his eyes were half open, like a drunk cat...

Oh, what a shame.

Jiang Qinfeng suddenly felt uncomfortable and at a loss, so he had to tidy up his appearance, only to find that he had even changed his clothes.

"I changed it, some wine was spilled."

Before he could ask, Jiang Youlin answered, with a reassuring smile at the end.

"Oh, thank you."

He apologized awkwardly and didn't know how to continue the conversation.

"I have always liked painting you, and this time I have fulfilled my long-cherished wish. We will settle the matter at the auction. I ordered this honey wine, and it is expensive. My brother should also pay for it."

Don't, it's more like saying it like drinking wine and paying back the money. He is a serious immortal cultivator.

"I can't do it, I can't do it. I'm here to pay back the money, why do I ask you to pay it back?"

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

Jiang Youlin's eyes were raised at the end, and his delicate and soft face showed strong aggression due to his sharp eyes, which posed a danger that could not be refused.

His path of cultivation can be seen at a glance. He uses evil and sneaky methods to deal with the pickled things in the world. In the end, he cannot protect his brother from wind and rain. His most proud ability to govern the city is his range.

Confined to the insignificant Shang Kingdom, his younger brother is so amazing. He does not have such a big cage to pay attention to the birds with shining feathers.

What is left is a minimal sense of security, all pinned on the love of bloodless brothers. When Jiang Youlin was dealing with city affairs, he was decisive when killing demons, but when facing his beloved brother, he was extremely indecisive.

He doesn't have the courage to reveal his impure thoughts. Once he does, he won't be able to hold on to what he has now.

This kind of tenderness and sweetness is something a woman in the world can never ask for, but Jiang Qinfeng gradually felt a little uncomfortable.

Compared with the master's directness and iceberg-like straightforwardness, Ayou was too feminine, like a weak and weak vine on the surface, entangled, stubborn and fanatical, so intimate that he felt a little uncomfortable and suffocated.

"No, Ayou, I hope-"

"You don't want me to be nice to you? What's wrong with my brother?"

"No -"

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

“This, this, there’s no need to be so exaggerated??”

Jiang Youlin was already stunningly beautiful, but now his eyes were red and he was looking at him with an aggrieved look, which made people feel even softer than usual.

"Xiao Feng, you won't understand. You and I are worlds apart, but it's not easy for us to meet each other in Kaihuang. Our gold and silver are nothing more than external possessions. If I can get your smile, it proves that I still need you, right?

I am the greatest comfort."

Jiang Qinfeng admitted defeat: "...Sigh."

Ahhhh, this one is so annoying, so hard to refuse.

"Well, I'm sorry? I shouldn't..."

Jiang Qinfeng frowned and felt distressed, what shouldn't he do?

It is a matter of course to pay back debts, so how could he take the initiative to pay back the money, so stressful?

Okay, this is another lesson, don’t borrow it next time.

He let down his guard, and Jiang Youlin leaned into his arms naturally, snuggled into his neck, and smelled the familiar aroma of ice and snow. In the dark where Jiang Qinfeng couldn't see, his bright red lips were slightly raised.

It's just a pity that it's hard to lick that lovely bite mark.

For Jiang Youlin, the wound connecting their past and present was like an indescribable erogenous zone. Just licking it would make it so hard that it hurt.

Just when Jiang Qinfeng was comforting his "sad" brother, there was a bang, and a figure turned up from the window. When he saw the two people relying on each other, his eyes narrowed and his face suddenly turned cold.

"...If I remember correctly, this is the thirtieth floor, and there are magic circles outside each floor?"

Jiang Qinfeng raised his head when he heard the sound. He saw that the person who came had a sword in his hand. The sharp tip of the sword slashed across the ground, leaving traces of snakes. He was carrying a light, and the curve of his waist was clear and reliable. Such a figure is also unique in the world of cultivation.

Wait a minute, now it looks very deterrent.

For some reason, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt less at ease holding Jiang Youlin's hand.

Xie Lingtan pursed her lips, looking very attractive.

"They deliberately prevented me from coming in, but I wanted to come in to see what you were doing."

"What are you doing?"

"Have a drink, you know, pay back the money." Jiang Qinfeng explained in a low voice.

"You still won't let go?"

"ah?"

Xie Lingtan tensed her chin, obviously her patience reached its limit, and there was a spark in her tone. She walked over and pulled the confused Jiang Qinfeng away from Jiang Youlin.

"Crack."

Jiang Youlin held his younger brother's hand, his bright and handsome face raised upward, with threats in his eyes.

"My brother and I were drinking and enjoying ourselves. Xie Lingtan, you were rude and trespassing. Is this the fault of someone from the Qing Dynasty?"

Their eyes met, and they walked through the air like lightning for several rounds.

Xie Lingtan smiled and retorted: "You and he are not brothers. Are you so close to each other deliberately? Is it because of deep love and righteousness, or is it because of evil intentions? The Jiang family borrowed Xiaofeng's talents and received countless aids from the Supreme Court over the years. Gao Gao

Ranked monks, entry quotas, natural materials, magical weapons, and unique mental methods, none of them are more valuable than spiritual stones? Why are you pretending to be generous?"

Jiang Youlin's heart hurt, and he forced a smile and said: "Xiao Feng, you even told him your true life experience? Is he so good? Is he so worthy of your trust?"

"Brother Xie and I have supported each other for many years, and our relationship is extraordinary. However, he asked about his life experience in Linjiang on his own, and I didn't just take the initiative to tell him... Don't get angry, this spiritual stone doesn't work.
To be continued...