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The next day, Lin Qingchen heard from the disciples of the Yili Sect that Su Wuqi vomited several mouthfuls of blood last night.

Lin Qingchen walked from the stall to the two disciples, "Why did you vomit blood?"

Seeing that Lin Qingchen was no longer an outsider, the disciple secretly told Lin Qingchen, "The master went into a rage last night during his practice, the ninth level of the Nine Suns Divine Art. It seems that he was restless and rushed to the heart."

Lin Qingchen asked concerned: "Is it serious?"

The disciple looked worried and said: "Seriously, if the Nine Suns Divine Art goes mad, it is a near-death experience, and it can only be resolved by supplementing Yang with Yang, but the headmaster refuses to find anyone to do double cultivation, so he has to ask the doctor to treat it with medicine. Restraint, but this is not a long-term solution after all.”

Of course Lin Qingchen understands what double cultivation means. This is the first time he has heard that it is the first time for him to hear that a man is required to resolve a qigong obsession. Could it be an evil gong?

But hearing what the disciple said was not a long-term solution, Lin Qingchen still became worried about Su Wuqi.

Worried that he would really have a life-threatening fear.

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The night is cold as water.

Lonely people sit alone on the eaves and drink to relieve their worries.

It's a pity that the knife cuts off the water, and the water flows even more.

Su Wuqi's affection for Yue Yingying has no one to complain about.

After the wine bottle was empty, Su Wuqi threw it under the eaves, breaking the tranquility of the night, and the wine bottle was smashed severely.

It seems that the consciousness of how to drink is still very clear, and the face, voice, and body temperature of the person in his mind are still clear as usual.

Even the tip of his nose could smell his scent, faint and sweet.

Su Wuqi twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling ridiculous and angry, why should he be so lonely and bitter by himself, why is he alone!

He was very unwilling.

Su Wuqi wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, his eyes became clear, he stood up from the roof, performed lightness kung fu, and disappeared into the night.

Lin Qingchen had just closed her eyes and fell asleep when a gust of wind blew the window.

"Da" footsteps suddenly landed on the ground.

"Who?" Lin Qingchen sat up from the bed and called out vigilantly.

The veil fluttered, and the figure slowly approached.

Borrowing the faint moonlight outside the window, Lin Qingchen could only see the slender and straight figure of the person who came, it was the figure of a man.He couldn't see his face clearly with the light behind his back, but he still felt familiar.

There was a faint smell of wine in the wind, and the closer the man got to him, the stronger the smell of wine became.

The veil was pulled away by long fingers, Lin Qingchen looked at the person whose eyes were shining in the night, and said: "You..."

"Shh."

"Why are you here again?" Lin Qingchen looked down at a finger stuck on her lips.

"I forbid you to speak." Su Wuqi said.

Lin Qingchen sniffed the smell on his body, and said, "Have you been drinking? You've gone crazy in practice now, and if you still go drinking, you're going to die?"

"Don't talk, I don't want to hear you talk."

The corner of his mouth started to speak, it felt like he was sucking his fingers, Su Wuqi's eyes darkened a bit, staring at Lin Qingchen's lips like a wolf.

How soft.

It makes people want to taste it.

This idea hit his brain directly, like a madman.

Push him, kiss him, bite him, punish him...

The breaths of the two were intertwined, hot, throbbing, and ambiguous, Lin Qingchen was flustered by his eyes, pushed away the fingers on his lips, and avoided his eyes, "It's too close, stay away from me ,ah......"

Lin Qingchen was violently pushed onto the bed, and her heavy body was pressed down accordingly.

"Well... let me go!"

Lin Qingchen pulled out both hands to push Su Wuqi's shoulders, but it was difficult to shake this tall body.

"You're drunk, let me go!"

Su Wuqi didn't care about his resistance, and said with a clear desire: "No, I'm not drunk, how can wine make me drunk, you will make me drunk."