Chapter 115 Bold Xiao Yun studies font structure!
Yang Wudi's birthday party lasted for a whole day and night. Everyone was drinking and chatting happily, except Yue Guan from the Spirit Hall, who was unhappy.
He was sandwiched in the middle by a group of Titled Douluo on the list and couldn't do anything. It was not right for him to drink the wine, but if he didn't drink it, he would offend the face of several Titled Douluo.
"Drink up, Yueguan! Are you raising fish?" Dugu Bo suddenly stood up, picked up the wine pot and poured wine into Yueguan's glass.
Since Dugu Bo's soul power increased after he was detoxified, he is no longer afraid of the Moon Gate. Besides, all the ghosts are dead now, so what threat can a Moon Gate pose?
"You old poisoner, take care of yourself!" Yue Guan glared at him arrogantly, and his eyes drifted to the younger generation at the next table.
He found that Hu Liena was happy and seemed to have become friends with Ning Rongrong and the others.
Seeing his saint happy, he temporarily put aside the hatred in his heart.
"Elder Yueguan, I still keep my word to you." Yang Potian shook his glass thoughtfully.
"Humph, don't you think I know what you are thinking? When you are alive, you are a member of the Spirit Hall. When you die, you are a ghost of the Spirit Hall. When you killed the ghost, there was already an unsolvable knot between us!"
As soon as these words were spoken, all the Titled Douluo present looked sideways.
Jian Chenxin's sharp eyes saw that Yue Guan was a little scared. Next to him was sitting Dugu Bo, the cold and poisonous snake, and next to him was the sixth brother Yang Wudi.
If the three of them attack at the same time, he will never be able to escape from the Zhan Sect.
"Hahaha, drink." Yang Potian didn't care at all, but there was a hint of regret in the corner of his eyes.
What he didn't expect was that Yue Guan actually dared to say such words in front of several people. Isn't he afraid that they would suddenly attack him?
the next table.
"Nana, I heard that the golden generation of your Spirit Hall is very powerful. How did you cultivate?" Ning Rongrong stared at Hu Liena with her bright eyes full of admiration.
"Haha, you're not that great, just a Soul Master. You guys are the real geniuses on the continent." Hu Liena covered her mouth and giggled twice
"But people on the mainland say that the golden generation has already become a soul master." Ning Rongrong's eyes revealed a pure and innocent look.
If the people present didn't know Ning Rongrong's previous nature as a little witch in the sect, they might have been fooled by such a lovely Ning Rongrong.
"Really? How come I didn't know about this?"
The two women look like sisters, but they are both playing each other.
Ning Rongrong wanted to get some secrets about the golden generation out of Hu Liena, but Hu Liena's answers were vague, making it difficult to tell whether they were true or false.
"That's not right. Didn't Brother Yang tell me that the Saint of the Spirit Hall is easy to deceive?" Ning Rongrong was puzzled.
However, Ning Rongrong has another plan. Since no useful information can be obtained now, she will start the second plan.
Ning Rongrong, Shui Bing'er, Zhu Zhuqing and others looked at each other.
"Your Highness, your skin feels so smooth. How do you maintain it?" Shui Yueer took the opportunity to touch Hu Liena's round thigh.
Before Hu Liena could answer, Shui Yueer brought her wine glass closer.
It was okay once, but after two or three times, Hu Liena felt something was wrong.
The people who had been silent before seemed to be activated and kept complimenting her.
But she could only smile and drink.
Yue Guan happened to see this scene and his eyelids twitched.
He is a Title Douluo and has a strong resistance to alcohol, but Hu Liena is not so sure. Although she can drink a little, Ning Rongrong looks no worse.
It would be terrible if Hu Liena let the secret of the Spirit Hall out.
Yue Guan wanted to leave but was held down by Dugu Bo. "Yue Guan, you want to run away before you finish drinking? Do you think you don't like drinking with us?"
It must be said that Dugu Bo's ability to fan the flames is absolutely top-notch. Even Arnold, who has always been silent, raised his head.
Yue Guan's scalp suddenly felt numb and he gritted his teeth.
"What on earth do you want to do, old poison?"
"What bad intentions do I have as an old man? Who dares to do it but not admit it like you do in the Spirit Hall? I just want to drink with you. After all, you are the high and mighty Second Elder of the Spirit Hall, and I am just a casual cultivator in the mountains."
When Yue Guan heard Dugu Bo saying bad things about the Spirit Hall, he couldn't help it.
"Drinking, huh? I'll drink with you. I want to see how much you can drink today."
Yueguan picked up the wine jug and started drinking.
"Gulp gulp." Yue Guan finished the whole pot of wine in a few seconds.
Dugu Bo was also startled when he saw Yue Guan was so powerful, but then he thought that he was not alone, so why would he be afraid of Yue Guan?
"Master Guan is a man of character. I will leave too!"
A new round of drinking competition began. This was no longer Yang Potian’s battlefield. Even Emperor Xue Ye began to drink too much. After he said hello, Yang Potian left.
In addition, he also saw Hu Liena, who was confused and seemed a little drunk.
Shui Bing'er and others were already lying on the table, only Shui Yue'er and Ning Rongrong were still standing.
Zhu Zhuqing didn't drink much throughout the whole event. Ning Rongrong and the other person were pouring wine for Hu Liena, while Zhu Zhuqing was asking about the internal news of the Spirit Hall.
Yang Potian smiled when he saw this.
Xiao Yun in the hall looked at Yang Potian's departing back in deep thought, but the next second a hint of determination appeared in her eyes, as if she had made some decision, and she also left the hall.
Yang Potian walked through the quiet back mountain and finally returned to his room.
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Yang Potian was confused?
Who else could come to see him at this time? Could it be Liu Yun?
"Please come in."
The door opened, and Xiao Yun walked in gracefully in a white slim-fitting cheongsam. The cheongsam was exquisitely cut, outlining her slim figure just right. Long-term dance practice had made her legs straight and strong. Every step she took would lift up a corner of the cheongsam, making people unable to stop.
Her eyes were like stars in the night, twinkling with shyness, and she seemed to want to say something but hesitated.
"Dean Xiao, you have this?" Yang Potian asked doubtfully.
Before Yang Potian could finish his words, Xiao Yun took two steps forward and pushed Yang Potian onto the bed. Xiao Yun boldly pressed on Yang Potian, his black eyelashes trembling, as if he was afraid that his eyes would reveal the secret in his heart.
The environment is quiet, the faint scent of tea lingers in the air, and the temperature in the room suddenly rises.
"Thank you, Yang Potian, for fulfilling the wish of my grandmother and me, which is to move Tianshui College to Tiandou City. If it weren't for you, perhaps our college would only have two Soul Saint teachers."
Xiao Yun is a very classical woman. She pays great attention to her demeanor. Her demeanor is subtle and reserved, and an indescribable beauty quietly blooms in her shyness.
Yang Potian didn't expect Xiao Yun to be so bold. He could feel Xiao Yun's heart beating, and her rapid breathing showed her nervousness.
Two cool and soft red lips came towards me.
After death, everything came to fruition. I began to study the structure of the word Kun. This might be a kind of work, and no one could explain it clearly.
(End of this chapter)