Rebirth: My Brother Can Only Be Mine

Lin Huaijin went towards Lake Mogai that afternoon.

Xing Tian was drunk and Su Wen still had to deal with the affairs of the demon clan, so Lin Huaijin could only go alone with the drunk Feng Qingmu to find out what was going on.

Mogai Lake is located northwest of the Demon Lord City. It is a depression on a tall mountain. Over the years, it has naturally filled up with natural water.

The sky is blue and the clouds are white. The surface of the lake is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds.

There is an old man fishing by the lake.

He has gray hair and beard and many wrinkles, as if he is very old.

Lin Huaijin stood beside him and asked politely, "Excuse me, old man, are you the demon who brewed the Thousand Days Drunk?"

The old man still stared at the smooth surface of the lake with his eyes slightly narrowed, concentrating on fishing.

Lin Huaijin spoke again: "Excuse me, old man, do you know where the brewer of Thousand Days Drunk is?"

The old man stood still.

Lin Huaijin looked back at the old man’s fishing rod. The hook had not been thrown into the water, and he was now “fishing in vain” on the lake.

"Air fishing" means that the hook is always skimming the water surface, without entering the water or raising it up, and just touching the water from time to time.

When the mirror-smooth lake surface is gently touched by the hook, ripples will spread out, and the blue sky and white clouds on the water will sway along, as if the painting is moving.

Lin Huaijin watched for a while and secretly told himself to hold back.

Lin Huaijin brought out two lounge chairs, lay side by side with Feng Qingmu by the lake, and chatted with the old man.

"Oh - what great arm strength, what a refined taste, what a dullness."

He crossed his legs, put his hands behind his head, and spoke in a rude and shameless tone.

The old man finally spoke: "What's the matter, Young Master Mo?"

"Does the old man know me?"

"Of course, the young master is tall, the young master is mighty, the young master——"

Lin Huaijin was full of black lines on his head, "Stop, is this old man the one who brewed the Thousand Day Drunk?"

The old man said leisurely: "So what if it is, so what if it isn't?"

Lin Huaijin sighed. He didn't like dealing with people who spoke vaguely.

He got straight to the point and asked, "Old man, do you remember who you gave the Thousand Days Drunk to in the past few hundred years?"

The old man shook his head. "How can I remember something that happened so long ago? I am already an old man."

Lin Huaijin sat up and looked at him directly, "When was the last pot brewed, and who was it given to?"

The old man: "I am an old man, how can I remember what happened thirty-four years ago?"

Lin Huaijin held his forehead with his hand, "Who did you give the pot of Thousand Days Drunk thirty-four years ago?"

The old man stroked his beard and thought, "It seems that the demon tribe was given a venerable, named Su Wen."

Lin Huaijin frowned slightly, his thoughts running fast in his mind.

Could this old man be Su Wen's old friend? But Su Wen said that old friend had passed away?

Is it Su Wen who is lying or the old man who is lying?

Lin Huaijin continued to ask: "What about another pot?"

The old man stiffened his neck, puffed his beard and glared, "How can I remember when the last pot was brewed?"

"It was one hundred and thirty-four years ago." Lin Huaijin said.

The old man stroked his beard and said, "Well...it should be given to your father."

Lin Huaijin frowned tightly. Why is there still something about the previous Demon Lord here?

So, was it the pot that Xing Tian drank from, the one that Su Wen drank from, or the one that Mo Su drank from?

Could it be that Mo Su is not dead?

Even if he didn't die, why did he steal the alien species? Why did he kill Bai Yinjin?

Lin Huaijin asked, "Are you sure?"

The old man threw the fishing rod away and said angrily:

“I’m sure!

"It's your father, beat me up! You must make me drunk for a thousand days!"

"I can't beat you, so I have no choice but to admit defeat!"

"But I'm telling you, little bastard, I don't accept it!"

Lin Huaijin:.......silently took the recliner and moved back a little distance.

"Tell me, is your father doing a human thing? He fights with demons every day, every day!"

"Later, he finally got tired of beating me, so he came to steal my Thousand Days Drunk!"

"It's a good thing that it takes me a hundred years to brew one pot. If I could brew one pot every year, you would probably come and beat me up every year!"

"Besides, you don't taste it well. Every time you get the Thousand Days Drunk, you just drink it in one gulp like a cow chewing a peony, and then you sleep for decades."

"What a waste of natural resources! What a waste of natural resources!"

"Fortunately, this evildoer later went to the human race. I was so happy, but then his followers came to me again and asked for the Thousand Day Drunk!"

"She insisted that Mo Su was bewitched by a mortal woman and wanted to wake him up with a Thousand Days of Drunk."

"How can I have so many thousand-day drunks? It is said that it takes a hundred years to brew a pot. Is that follower deaf?"

"Does he think my Thousand Days of Drunk is worth a lot of money? Even if he wants to beat me up, I won't..."

Lin Huaijin caught the topic and asked, "Who is that follower?"

The old man was a little displeased at being interrupted. He snorted, sat back on the stool, picked up the fishing rod, and angrily "fished in vain", pretending not to hear.

Lin Huaijin shook his neck, his fingers crackling, then stood up and walked towards the old man.

The old man's beard twitched, "I have thought about it carefully... that follower seems to be called Yuan or something."

Lin Huaijin paused, "Venerable Yuanru?"

The old man slapped his thigh and said, "That's right! That's the name! He was your father's little follower for hundreds of years, but I didn't expect that he has risen to the position of a venerable now."

Lin Huaijin sat back on the recliner. "What about the next pot? What about the one from 234 years ago?"

"Your father!" the old man said unhappily.

"What about the pot from three hundred and thirty-four years ago?"

"Your father!!" The old man's anger increased.

"........What about the pot from four hundred and thirty-four years ago?"

"Your father!!!" The old man blushed.

"Um.....where's the pot from five hundred and thirty-four years ago?"

"Your father!!!!" The old man's face and neck turned red, and he stared at Lin Huaijin viciously.

Lin Huaijin:........

So is it true what the old man said earlier that if he could brew a pot of wine every year, his father would beat him up every year?

Lin Huaijin put aside his guilty conscience.

What does his father's mess have to do with him, Lin Huaijin?

He only takes the blame for his brother's mistakes. He never takes the blame for anyone else, and he even wants to take the blame for everyone else.

He said, "You are such a wimp! You have been beaten by him for five hundred years!"

The old man's anger level had already skyrocketed to a peak, and after being hit by Lin Huaijin, he suddenly became like a deflated balloon, becoming wilted.

"Mo Jin, if you're okay, go back quickly. I don't want to talk to you."

Lin Huaijin asked: "Can you leave me the pot of Thousand Days Drunk you made sixty-six years ago?"

The old man's momentum rose again:

"You little bastard! I knew you had bad intentions! Your father finally stopped stealing my Thousand Days Drunk, and now you're trying to steal my Thousand Days Drunk, right? With your behavior of swallowing it in one gulp, drinking Thousand Days Drunk is simply a waste of my Thousand Days Drunk!"

Lin Huaijin raised the corner of his mouth and said soothingly:

"Don't be angry. I'm not drinking it myself. I heard that your Thousand Days Drunk can remove inner demons, protect against all poisons, stabilize the soul, and many other effects. It's considered a great tonic for the demon clan. I'm giving it to my beloved."

The old man recalled how Lin Huaijin had just interrupted him fishing like a scoundrel, and was rubbing his hands together as if he was going to beat him up to intimidate him. He said in disbelief:

"With your reckless temper, how can you have a lover? Can someone be nice to you?"