After wearing the book, I broke the plot

Ah Jiu supported Song Qi to prevent him from falling, and silently listened to his muttering gibberish. If it was someone else, he might not be able to hear clearly at all, but Ah Jiu understood every word he was saying.

Song Qi said: "Are you jealous today? Do you like me too? If so, why don't we make do with each other?"

He struggled to stand up, but his limbs were so soft that he couldn't exert any strength at all, so he simply lay crookedly on Ah Jiu's body.

Ah Jiu looked down at him, shook her head and said, "You haven't seen your own heart clearly."

"I see clearly, I just like you." Song Qi hiccupped, stretched out his hand and pulled Ah Jiu's head in front of him, and said to him with eyes that he thought were very sincere: "When you are not around, I always When I think of you and see you, I feel that it’s no big deal if it’s too difficult.”

"Although...although I have never liked anyone, but..." Song Qiben's blushing flushed even more because of drunkenness: "but I know that only when you make out with someone you like, you There will be a reaction."

After finishing speaking, he hiccupped again in a very angry manner. Song Qi rubbed his aching head, but when he was about to continue speaking, he was stunned and said in confusion: "What did I say last time?" .”

Ah Jiu sighed, stood up with Song Qi half in his arms, helped him to the bed, and said, "Brother, you are drunk, go to bed earlier."

Song Qi pushed him away and waved his hand: "Although I don't like drinking, I won't get drunk easily. Don't fool me. Come on, keep drinking, and another three hundred pots!"

"Brother, do you have so much money?"

This heart-pounding sentence made Song Qi sober up a little, and fell back on the bed, looked at the bed curtains with divergent eyes, and said weakly: "No, I don't even have the money to buy ten pots of wine."

He has no idea how other cultivators make money. Anyway, he doesn't know anything. He can only eat and drink in the fairy gate to barely maintain his last dignity.

He has been out of money for two full years. From the night he first wore it, he sent red envelopes to the youngsters in the fairy gate with the rest of the original owner. Since then, his wallet has never bulged.

Song Qi pulled the quilt to cover himself, not wanting to face this reality.

Ah Jiu took off his shoes for him, saw that he was still covered in the quilt, worried that he would suffocate herself, so she pulled the corner of the quilt and called softly, "Brother?"

The creature in the quilt moved, lifted a corner and poked its head out, looking at Ah Jiu steadily.

Ah Jiu reached out to touch him, but her fingers stopped in mid-air, and she withdrew her hand and said, "I used to think that it would be all right to get you, no matter what method I used, but after seeing Fu Qingyi, I realized that the last The important thing is not to get you, what I want is your heart."

"I don't want to be the second Fu Qingyi, and make you show that disgusted look to me after you wake up. When the matter here is over, I will slowly tell you what I have hidden from you. It is up to you whether to go or stay. You decide, but I will not give up no matter what, and I will pursue you openly."

Ah Jiu didn't dare to look at him any more, for fear that he would lose control of his desires in the next moment and do something irreversible, so he quickly covered Song Qi with the quilt, turned around and walked away quickly.

Song Qi turned over and lay down on the quilt in a dazed state, tapped his head and muttered, "What did Ah Jiu just say, I couldn't understand a single word of the Chinese he was clearly speaking."

He felt uncomfortable in his stomach, got up and wanted to pour a cup of tea, but saw a person sitting quietly at the table under the hazy moonlight, Song Qi staggered over, put his hand on the person's shoulder, and said: "Ah Nine, why don't you go to sleep?"

The man turned his head, but it was a strange face.

It can't be said that he is unfamiliar, Song Qi met him once, it was in the fantasy dream that the mysterious man pulled him in, the unexpected guest seemed to have a good relationship with the mysterious man in light clothes.

But he was very drunk at this time, and that side could not be remembered in his dull head at this time.

Fu Mingqiu poured him a cup of hot tea in his spare time, and saw Song Qi sitting in front of him without any fear and pouring a cup of tea into his belly, he raised his long eyebrows and played with the taste: "Yaoya, what do you want today? What tricks are you playing again?"

Song Qi still felt uncomfortable after drinking, he really didn't have time to talk to him, he stood up and wanted to lie down on the bed, but Fu Qingyi cast a spell on him, and Song Qi couldn't stand up anymore.

Weakly said: "Who is your name?"

Fu Mingqiu propped his head on one hand, and squinted his eyes: "Gujin said that you weren't the one I've known you for thousands of years for no reason."

"Can we talk about it tomorrow?" Song Qi rubbed his forehead hard, and said in a hoarse voice, "I just want to sleep now."

Fu Mingqiu chuckled softly: "You've been sleeping for so long, and you finally found some fun, and you still want to sleep all day long. You natural gods really make people itch."

Song Qi covered his mouth, lay down on the table and kept silent.

Fu Mingqiu didn't care about it, and said to himself: "I came here to remind you, although I don't know what you are doing, but seeing that I got the position of the master of the face, I couldn't do without your help, I kindly remind you, Don't trust Kamezu too much."

Seeing that Song Qi didn't respond for a long time, Fu Mingqiu frowned and said, "Did you listen to me?"

"Hmm." Song Qi stood up abruptly, lying on the window sill and vomited wildly.

Fu Mingqiu: "..."

"Forget it, you probably won't die anyway."

After a gust of wind, the man in the light shirt disappeared in the same place, as if he had never been here.

The Fairy Gate Symposium was set at Chen time that night, and Song Qi slept until Mao after a hangover, and it was only an hour or two before the meeting. He was still sitting on the bed in a daze, patting his forehead and recalling what happened last night.

He only remembered that he went to feed Ah Jiu, but in the end he got himself drunk, and he had no memory of what happened after that.

This is too weird.

Ah Jiu pushed open the door with a basin of hot water, and greeted Song Qi when he woke up, "Brother, come and wash, the Immortal is already waiting below."

Song Qi dawdled over, wiped his face with a wet handkerchief, and asked tentatively, "Last night... I didn't do anything embarrassing, did I?"

"It's okay." Ah Jiu smiled.

Seeing Ah Jiu's smile, Song Qi became even more uncertain, and felt more and more anxious: "If I do something wrong to you, just hit me, I will never fight back."

Ah Jiu shook his head, laughed and said, "How can I give up."

"Then..." Song Qi was extremely guilty: "Did I say anything I shouldn't say, or ask you any strange questions?"

Ah Jiu looked at him with a smile, but didn't answer.

Song Qi silently covered his face with the towel, wailing in his heart: Probably there is.

Ah Jiu said: "I have something to go out, I guess I won't go back to the inn at night."

Song Qi couldn't help asking: "Where are you going?" After asking, he regretted it, and blamed himself for being the quickest. He had no position to ask Ah Jiu too much, and Ah Jiu is a person of the devil way, and he should not exceed the rules.

"Go and see the excitement." Ah Jiu smiled, took the water basin and said, "I'll take it down by the way, there's ebony soup on the table, brother can drink some to soothe the hangover."

Song Qi didn't dare to delay too long. After changing his clothes, he took a sip of ebony soup and was about to go downstairs. When he got to the door, he turned back. He felt that the ebony soup was delicious, so he finished his drink before leaving.

When I reached the stairs, I bumped into Qiu He, and Qiu He leaned over with a smile and asked in a low voice: "How was last night, did you get it?"

Song Qi was angry when he thought about it, he regretted listening to Qiu He's ghost idea, but he couldn't tell the truth about being drunk, so he could only vaguely say: "How many years have you been hiding that wine, why is it so strong? big."

"Isn't it because you're afraid that you won't get him drunk?" Qiu He followed Song Qi and stopped talking when he saw Immortal Master Obscure Moon looking over.

Immortal Master Obscure Moon glanced at Song Qi lightly, pursed his lips and said, "Have you been drinking?"

Song Qi: Can I still smell the wine even though I've already cleaned it up? !What Master asked was a question, so I should not be sure.

Just thinking about making a fool of himself, Immortal Master Obscure Moon continued: "Still drunk."

This is no longer a question.

Song Qi lowered his head and remained silent, like a primary school student who has done something wrong. Immortal Miyue made a few jokes and then said nothing, got up and said: "This time there are not only eight major sects participating, but also hundreds of others. The small sect is already a subsidiary sect of the major sects, don't embarrass me at the meeting, or you will be punished with a month of gall."

Song Qi and Qiu He, who were secretly looking at each other, instantly became honest, and followed Immortal Miyue into the carriage sleepily.

The carriage is very luxurious and ostentatious. On the surface, the carriage is small, but in fact, once you enter it, it is another vast space. At first glance, it looks like a superior magic weapon. Song Qi was shocked by the grand mastery of Miyue Immortal, and asked hesitantly: "Master Your Majesty, do you need such a big show?"

Although each sect of this kind of conference will more or less use various methods to show their strength, and use the most luxurious in all aspects of comparison, but Immortal Master Miyue has never liked to compare with others and show off his style people.

Qiu He explained one step ahead of Immortal Moon Moon: "The elders strongly demand that they must show the style of our sect at the meeting, so senior brother, just spend money tonight, and everything can be reimbursed to the sect."

Song Qi was startled, Song Qi was happy, and Song Qi was ready to move.

All the way, I was calculating what to buy tonight.

The discussion will be held on an unowned mountain outside Fengdu City. There is a mustard inn on the mountain that can accommodate tens of thousands of people. It is usually only held for this kind of meeting.

By that time, dusk was approaching, and there were many magic weapons parked outside the inn, each with its own style, and some of them could tell which sect they belonged to at a glance, making it look like a beauty pageant.

Compared with the carriage of Misty Moon Immortal Venerable, you can only know the world when you sit in it, but it is the most simple on the outside.

But the face of Immortal Master Obscure Moon is comparable to all the magic weapons present, as soon as he showed his face, he was immediately surrounded by powerful people, and some who were not of sufficient status followed him from a distance, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

This is not only because Obscure Moon Immortal is the head of the sect, but also because he is about to ascend, and there is no danger of failure, no one dares to offend a quasi-immortal.

Many people are waiting to see the attitude of the Obscure Moon Immortal to the two factions, so it can be said that which faction the Obscure Moon Immortal is in, he alone can indirectly control the majority of the votes.

Qiu He kept his head down and followed behind the Misty Moon Immortal, but there were too many people around him, and he was quickly squeezed out. When he was giving up on himself and refused to squeeze, a warm hand held him and walked in. With a pull, the people next to him immediately separated to make room for him.

Qiu He looked at Immortal Misty Moon in astonishment, Immortal Misty Moon let go of his hand, turned around and said indifferently: "Follow closely."

Song Qi, who was so crowded that he fell and was stepped on, looked up and happened to see this scene, and hugged himself in distress:

Master is too eccentric!