Demon Emperor's Young Demon Queen

Ning Yuqing wanted to change the subject intentionally, but Song Yexi smiled and asked, "Are you not suspicious of my origin?"

"There's a saying that a hero doesn't ask where he comes from. A high-level swordsmanship is a high-level one. I just admire Ning. Please forgive me, Mr. Song, because I doubted you that day."

Song Yexi touched his face with his hands. It was smooth and delicate, and the scary appearance had long since disappeared. He said, "Now that my face has recovered, do you still have doubts?"

Ning Yuqing was also sensible, and waved her hand and said, "No, no, as Mr. Song said, what is bestowed by God is what is bestowed by God."

"You really believe in the gift of God, or because of the emperor."

After Song Yexi finished speaking, Ning Yuqing was taken aback. He really knew that Mr. Mu Yuemu was the emperor, otherwise he would not have allowed Mu Yue and Ye Wushuang to intervene in the affairs of the Ning clan.

"When I saw Dijun with you that day, I did have doubts about your identity. Who could make Dijun appear in the Ning clan? I am afraid that Dijun came here not just for the murder of the Ning clan. Now it seems that the emperor is here for you, Mr. Song." It is."

Ning Yuqing said again: "It's great to meet you. Ning really admires your swordsmanship, and it's a happy event to meet again today. Come on, come on, today's glass of wine is really right."

Ning Yuqing greeted them while pouring wine.Song Yexi nodded. Ning Yuqing did offend him at that time, but the matter has passed, and it can be regarded as a smile to wipe away the grudge.

"Just drink as much as you want, and I'll ask the guy to add a few more jars of good wine."

He Dong called Xiao Er again to bring a lot of good wine, Xiao Er very wittily brought over a lot of good wine from He Ranju's collection, Song Yexi looked at the wine on the table, this time there was really a drunk party Hugh's posture.

Drinking from dawn to dusk, the three of them drank a lot while pushing and changing glasses. The wine jars and jugs full of tables are now empty, and they are poured, dropped, and messed up.

Song Yexi's face turned red. He didn't drink too much, but he drank too much. This time he was much quieter. Instead, He Dong was rambunctious, talking non-stop with his tongue out after drinking too much .

He Dong kept muttering about his little master. Since He Dong met Song Yexi, he really kept talking about his little master. His mouth was broken, but it was still quite fun.

But after a while, He Dong muttered what was wrong again, and Ning Yuqing asked the drunk He Dong with a playful mind, "What's wrong?"

He Dong drank so much that he almost slipped under the table, when he heard Ning Yuqing's words, he jumped out from under the table, making a gesture to step on the stool, but he was so drunk that he didn't step on it at all, almost fell on the table.

He Dong shouted at this time: "My uncle is very good!"

"Master?" Ning Yuqing was stunned by this sentence. What was going on here? He didn't talk about the little master just now, so why is he now a master again.

If He Dong calls Master Uncle, isn’t that Uncle Song Yexi’s Senior Brother? Ning Yuqing is really confused, he doesn’t know who Song Yexi’s Senior Brother is, in fact, he doesn’t even know who Song Yexi’s Master is. Know.

After He Dong yelled that sentence, he slowly lay down on the table again, the flesh of his body spread out on the table, feeling very happy, and muttering: "However, I... don't like Master anymore. "

When he was drunk, he lost his mind, probably He Dong didn't know what he was talking about, so Ning Yuqing responded casually: "If your uncle is very good, why don't you like him anymore, your uncle Who is it again?"

He Dong raised his head in a daze, his eyes were empty, as if he had drunk too much.

"Uncle... Uncle Uncle... I don't know."

He Dongna was about to slide down again, but Ning Yuqing grabbed him with sharp eyesight and quick hands. He Dong was heavy, so Ning Yuqing grabbed him by the collar with one hand and picked him up, and then hurriedly greeted He Ranju over there. buddy.

"Okay, okay, you've drunk too much, buddy, hurry up and help him go back."

The guy over there saw it, and hurried over to help He Dong up. The guy was thin, and when he lifted He Dong up, his whole body was crushed crookedly by He Dong.

Who knew that He Dong would come back after a few steps, shouting, "Little Master, you are so mean! I haven't finished drinking yet, don't leave!"

The little guy hurriedly pulled him back, but He Dong was still unwilling to leave, slurring his words and insisted on drinking again, the little guy carried He Dong out, and said, "Come on, Young Master, I'll help you back to He Mansion, If the two young masters want to live in the inn, they can go to the Four Seasons Garden, there is no one living there, it is clean and quiet."

"okay, I get it."

"I want to be helped back too!"

Song Yexi looked at him with a smile, and Ning Yuqing was taken aback. After nightfall, Song Yexi sat quietly in a corner, holding a wine jar in her hand, taking a sip from time to time, Ning Yuqing thought He was sober, but he was already drunk.

Song Yexi looked at Ning Yuqing eagerly, Ning Yuqing only looked soft-hearted, and replied repeatedly: "Come on, I'll help you go back, how about resting in this inn for one night?"

Hearing Ning Yuqing's words, Song Yexi only tilted his head, as if he didn't understand. After a long time, he looked at Ning Yuqing with a smile, nodded softly and obediently, and said, "Okay."

Seeing Song Yexi's appearance like this made Ning Yuqing's heart soften. She usually saw Song Yexi's cold and indifferent appearance, but seeing him so well-behaved suddenly, Ning Yuqing just said that she couldn't bear it.

Ning Yuqing smiled helplessly: "Forget it, you don't know what you are talking about anymore."

Ning Yuqing helped Song Yexi walk to the backyard of Heranju. There is a guest room over there, and the Four Seasons Garden is also easy to find. There is a small plaque. This should be a good place to go. It is very quiet, no one is around, and there is no need to worry about disturbing other people. .

Ning Yuqing helped Song Yexi go in. Song Yexi looked up at the sky all the way, and those who didn't know thought he was going to do some divination.

In the Four Seasons Garden, there is a pond in the garden, the moon is reflecting in the pond, Song Yexi just refuses to leave.

Song Yexi was drunk, but he looked different when he was drunk, his speech was still clear, but he probably didn't know what he was doing.

He looked up at the sky and said, "It's getting dark, I'm going up."

Ning Yuqing followed his gaze and looked up, very puzzled: "Where are you going?"

Ning Yuqing looked up for a long time and didn't see why. Could it be that he wants to go to heaven?

Song Yexi broke free from Ning Yuqing's hand, walked two steps into the garden, pointed to an open space, and said solemnly: "Here, come, practice sword."

"Practice... practice sword?!" Ning Yuqing was surprised, she really couldn't understand what a drunk person was thinking. Didn't she just look up to the sky, why suddenly she wanted to practice sword again.

Song Yexi seemed to be looking for something, and turned around in a circle, muttering: "Come on, where is my sword, my sword."

After finishing speaking, he stared at Ning Yuqing again, Ning Yuqing spread his hands a little dumbfounded: "Sword, sword, where can I find you a sword, it's not here."

Unexpectedly, Song Yexi turned her head and turned her head in disgust. Ning Yuqing felt that she must have read it correctly. Song Yexi's expression just now should be disgusted.

Sure enough, Song Yexi turned her back with some temper and said, "I only want my sword, and I don't want other people's. I only want my sword."

Ning Yuqing thought it would be difficult for him to take out a sword here, even a dagger, not to mention where would he get his sword.

At this stall, a sword really came. Ning Yuqing was very convinced when she saw the extra sword in Song Yexi's hand.

However, he took a closer look and couldn't help exclaiming: "This... This is the ancient sword from the Sword Forest Conference back then, the Moon Shocking Sword."

As soon as his words fell, Song Yexi protected the sword and stared at Ning Yuqing with displeasure: "It is my sword."

Seeing this, Ning Yuqing thought to herself that she should bring a cup of tea to the Song patriarch to wake up the bar.

As a result, before he took two steps, he felt a chill on his neck. Looking down, he saw a snow-white sword edge on his neck, probably Song Yexi.

Song Yexi asked coldly beside him: "Where are you going?"

To be honest, Ning Yuqing is afraid now. The Moon Shocking Sword is an ancient sword. It is a sword full of infinite power and aura, and it is also a sharp weapon for killing people. On the neck, you say you are afraid or not.

Ning Yuqing carefully pushed the sword out a little bit, and said with a dry smile: "Mr. Song, what are you doing, this sword has no eyes, be careful to hurt it."

Song Yexi obviously has a forgiving heart, and he can make a lot of unreasonable things when he is drunk.

"A sword has no eyes, but I have eyes. Are you still afraid that I will accidentally scratch you? Come on, just stand still."

Seeing this, Ning Yuqing, it seems that Song Yexi won't hurt herself, it's almost enough if he doesn't hurt others, now she has to find a way to stay away from Song Yexi first.

"Young Master Song, are you drunk? I'm going to serve you a cup of sober tea, and I won't go far."

Song Yexi approached Ning Yuqing's neck with the sword again, and said firmly: "No, you have to watch me practice the sword, or you will die."

Ning Yuqing thought that this time she really couldn't hide, forget it, Song Yexi didn't have symptoms of dizziness, it seemed that Song Yexi was a bit of a fool when she was drunk, so Ning Yuqing simply messed around with him.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Song, I won't leave, I'll just stand here and watch you practice your sword. This time is good."

Song Yexi nodded with great satisfaction: "Yes."

Sure enough, Song Yexi pulled out the sword and really practiced the sword. The sword moves are very skillful. Even if he is drunk, every move is very precise. As for the sword technique, it seems to be different, but the coherence is very strong.

There is a pond in the garden. Song Yexi swung a sword, and the pond was splashed by the sword energy. The splashed water rose up with his sword, like a fluttering belt, dancing with the sword.

Following his sword, the water surged upwards. In the air, the water reflected the moonlight and was crystal clear, beautiful. Ning Yuqing looked at the water in the air, and finally fell into the pond with Song Yexi's sword.

Suddenly, Song Yexi swung a sword horizontally in front of Ning Yuqing, and Ning Yuqing looked at Song Yexi in surprise.

That sword was only a tiny bit away from him, and it was intentional. Song Yexi still had a sly smile like a little fox in his eyes, like a child who loves to play tricks on others.