The Demon Lord's Beginning Be Manual

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After getting an unsatisfactory answer, Xie Yang felt as if he was digging into a stove pit—aggrieved and angry. He wandered back and forth in the Huangliang Pavilion, but he didn't want to go back to his room. Feeling that he was in the way, Xie Yang simply found a place to sit down.

"Xiaoer, bring some jugs of wine here." He waved his hand, and after a while, a magician came and quickly poured the wine on the table in front of him.

Xie Yang took a sip and frowned.

This wine is so-so, not one or two points worse than Huangfu Hou's pots, especially if the smell of the previous wine has not dissipated, the difference is even further, but he is too lazy to make trouble today, so he can only drink it as he pleases.

What's the use of drinking to relieve your sorrow? Obviously, the more you drink, the less happy you will be.

Xie Yang heaved a sigh of relief, put the full glass of wine back on the table, looked at the "little boy" reflected in it rather unwillingly: "How dare you risk your life, what's wrong with this face?"

"And that brat, Ah Pang, the truth about my being dumped by all living beings is actually similar to this little boy in your mouth?!"

"Jiang Shuyu is also... blind..."

One pot, two pots, three pots... He really drank too much. Although Huangfu Hou's wine is good, its stamina is much stronger than ordinary wine. Yang also finished the wine he ordered, he fell into a daze and fell asleep on the table.

Whether it is him, Jiang Shuyu, or Jiang Miaomiao, they are all tired these days, and it is time to take a good rest.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, his mind was full of Jiang Shuyu's red neck and the stiff touch under his body in the small wooden house in Huajing. Hole through, poured into her arms... When he got anxious, Jiang Shuyu suddenly raised his head, touched his face with a smile in his eyes, "I'm just kidding you... stay for a long time."

"Bu Jiuliu...Bu Jiuliu...Bu's surname!"

When he opened his eyes again, the sky had not changed, Xie Yang suddenly raised his head, he saw Jiang Miaomiao's chubby face close at hand, so he squeezed it.

"Who is your name, say it again!"

Jiang Miaomiao had just taken a nap, and now she was refreshed. Seeing Xie Yang laying down here to block his business, she wanted to wake him up, but when she came here, she found that this man smelled of alcohol and was still so unconscious.

"pain!"

Xie Yang: "Quickly tell me I'm pretty!"

"What's the problem? Are you a bitch?"

Jiang Miaomiao's face was distorted by the forceful pinching. He struggled hard and managed to get out of trouble. Just as he was about to say "normal", he suddenly remembered that Jiang Shuyu was the one who carried it back, so he temporarily changed his words and said perfunctorily: "It looks good." Looks good, Brother Bu, you are so pretty."

"Ok?"

Unexpectedly, Xie Yang was not as happy as he imagined, his expression changed, he kicked his legs and shouted loudly: "What a fart!"

Jiang Miaomiao trembled in fright, lost the strength in her hands, scattered porridge bowls and snacks all over the floor, attracting the attention of the guests sitting next to her.

"are you crazy!"

He wanted to get angry several times, but because he was facing a drunk, he had to squat down angrily, muttering while tidying up.

"Drunkard... bastard..."

Ru Chen, who was not far away, heard the voice and came out to look. Seeing that it was Jiang Miaomiao, he said, "Don't get your hands stuck, you leave it alone, I'll get the broom."

Jiang Miaomiao responded, but was still squatting to pick up the debris on the ground, for fear of delaying others from walking.

The drunk man didn't know what was going on in his mind. When he saw Jiang Miaomiao picking up the pieces, he picked them up too. Unfortunately, everything was doubled. After searching for a long time, he couldn't help, so Jiang Miaomiao had to pull him up first: "You didn't hear Ru Chen say Will it get stuck in your hand? Smelly alcoholic... I'll tell daddy in a while, you're the one to look at."

He talked for a long time, but Xie Yang only heard "tell daddy", so he raised his head and asked, "Jiang Shuyu is awake?"

"Wake up," Jiang Miaomiao pushed him away impatiently, "otherwise I will blame you wherever I serve the porridge, and the back kitchen will have to do it again."

A mouthful of alcohol, it stinks to death.

"That's good..." Xie Yang only listened to half a sentence, and went upstairs staggeringly...

Jiang Miaomiao lowered her head to look for other fragments, and when she heard the silence behind her for a long time, she turned around and took a look, only to realize that Xie Yang had gone somewhere again.

"One or two don't make people worry," he sighed. "It's hard work!"

Looking back, there were a pair of white and tender little hands in front of her eyes.

Along these hands, Huangfu Chenghuang was holding a few pieces of ceramics in his small hands, and shyly handed them to him.

"Shall I look for it with you?" she begged.

Jiang Miaomiao blushed, suddenly unable to utter the words of refusal, so she nodded and said, "Then help me watch."

Here, Xie Yang had already stood in front of Jiang Shuyu's room, his mind soaked in wine was full of thoughts: "It's a big deal, I'll ask myself directly!"

As soon as the big hand clapped a few times, the door opened by itself. He stumbled across the threshold, looked up and saw Jiang Shuyu sitting on the bed wrapped in a white cloth, looked at him and asked, "Have you found the archer?"

Xie Yang didn't answer, stepped over in two or three steps, and slapped him on the side of the head.

"Hey! Let me ask you..."

Jiang Shuyu's nose moved slightly, and he frowned and said, "Have you been drinking? Uh..."

Xie Yang covered his mouth with one hand, and stretched out his index finger with the other: "Shhh—"

Jiang Shuyu: "..."

"Just listen to me." Xie Yang held his face in his hands, "... Master and I, are we acquainted for the first time?"

Jiang Shuyu was startled, and was silent for a long time: "Why do you ask that?"

"Xie Yang thought he was acquiescing, and asked again: "Since it is!Why do you have to sacrifice your life to save each other? You and I don't know each other. I didn't want to be your disciple from the beginning. Can't you see it? "

Jiang Shuyu looked at him: "So I gave you a lot of opportunities."

He may be dull, but he is not blind. When Xie Yang first arrived, the word "want to leave" was almost written on his face. He asked him to go down the mountain to get the "List of Subduing Demons and Eliminating Demons". Keeping a distance, leaving him alone outside the White Jade Palace, is it not helping him to leave.

"But you didn't leave. As a master, it's only right for me to protect you."

"Pfft ha ha ha ha..." Wanting to hear something interesting, Xie Yang let go of Jiang Shuyu, put his hands on the edge of the bed and laughed, "You are so merciful, you can risk your life for me just by saying 'Master' Blocking the arrow... I just don't know, are you being so kind to all the disciples? Master?"

He gritted his back teeth.

"Jiang Shuyu, I hate you."

long stay...

The man was obviously smiling, but his eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, and gradually merged with his expression ten years ago. At that time, he had just been kicked down by himself, and he was extremely disappointed.

Jiang Shuyu felt a dull pain in his heart, and quietly grabbed the sheet under his body so as not to be seen by him.

"I only have you as an apprentice."

His eyes were sincere and firm, but Xie Yang felt even more uncomfortable when he saw it.

"Then I really... thank you..."

Thank you for finding someone else to replace me, thank you for forgetting me completely.

As if losing all his strength in an instant, Xie Yang fell headfirst into the quilt, his eyelids gradually became heavy, resisted several times, and finally couldn't help but close his eyes and fell asleep.

The room returned to calm again. Everything that happened just now was like a stone thrown into the water, and the ripples disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Jiang Shuyu lowered his eyes, only now did he dare to look at him, stroked his fluffy hair: "Go to sleep, Ah Yang..."

This time Xie Yang slept very deeply. The nightmare that haunted him all night on weekdays did not come. Many scenes that did not belong to ten years ago flashed one after another. He was like a shadow following behind Jiang Shuyu, pulling his hand. Yijiao begged: "I don't want to go, I will be afraid of hell without you."

In a trance, there seemed to be a breeze blowing on his face, with the hot and humid air gently and carefully staying on his dry lips, and it took a long time before leaving.