After rebirth, I rely on beauty to abuse scum

The moment Yu Anyi nodded, Sheng Zhao's face became extremely cold: "I see."

"I'll see you again in a few days."

Yu Anyi suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, and followed Sheng Zhao for a few steps, not daring to raise his hand to hold him, so he asked impatiently, "How many days?"

Sheng Zhao left the mansion without saying a word.

It wasn't until Sheng Zhao's back disappeared that Yu Anyi looked away, his eyes dim.

When Li Hong saw someone coming out, he asked curiously, "Why are you looking for him?"

Sheng Zhao paused, until Li Hong stopped him, and then he came back to his senses.

Sheng Zhao held Li Hong's wrist and took a deep breath: "Where did you put those jars of wine on the tree?"

Li Hong suddenly noticed that Sheng Zhao's hand holding him was trembling, and his fingertips were full of pinched blood marks.

Li Hong wanted to ask something.

Sheng Zhao raised his eyes, his lips turned pale: "Where is it?"

Li Hongjing paused, "I'll take you there."

Sheng Zhao got drunk.

Holding the wine, he staggered towards the Tianshan Mountains. It was dark at night, and Li Hong, who was worried about him, would also be driven away by him.

Sheng Zhao couldn't see any light.

It turns out... It turns out that Wu Yu knew about it.

Know it from the start.

No wonder, ha, no wonder he didn't care about everything he did. It turned out that he already knew everything, and knew all the filth and filth of his past.

Hidden in my heart, I watched him live as a joke for revenge.

Sheng Zhao blinked, probably because of the smell of alcohol, which hurt his eyes, his eyelids were wet, and he couldn't help shedding a tear.

What does Wu Yu think of him?

Do you think that he is too ugly to be embarrassed.

Sheng Zhao walked in the dark, he couldn't see the road clearly, tripped over a small stone on the road, and fell into the snow in embarrassment.

The snow in Tianshan is very thick, even at the foot of the mountain.

Not painful, but cold.

Very cold very cold.

Sheng Zhao was stuck in the snow, staring blankly at the sky, where there were no stars or moon, the sky was covered by dark clouds, and it was pitch black.

He slowly closed his eyes.

He fell asleep exhausted in all that he was afraid of.

Wu Yu searched for a long time before he found a red dress in the snow. He had been waiting all day and worrying all night for his little apprentice, who had already turned into a puddle of mud drunk heartlessly.

There was a sudden pain in his chest, and he knelt down to embrace Sheng Zhao, who was as warm as snow, into his arms.

Wu Yu warmed up slowly with his body temperature and aura, and he said in a very soft voice: "Little heartless."

I don't know how to write the word "pain".

Wu Yu put Sheng Zhao's cold hand on his neck, and walked towards the mountain with his feet deep and shallow.

As usual, he helped Sheng Zhao take off his coat, warmed the stove, let out the spiritual energy, and covered the quilt.

When Wu Yu left, she left behind a small dim light.

After Sheng Zhao woke up with a splitting headache, his whole body felt extremely warm.

He was stunned for a long time, then slowly got up, put on his clothes and went out.

Wu Yu was sitting under the peach blossom tree with a solemn expression on his face.

Sheng Zhao smiled, as if nothing had happened: "Master picked me up yesterday? It's all Li Hong's fault, that kid gets drunk too easily."

"Bring it back another day for Master to taste."

Wu Yu word by word: "Don't drink."

"No more alcohol is allowed in the future."

Sheng Zhao's smile faded away, and he asked, "Why are you not allowed to touch?"

He didn't know why, but there was a gloomy feeling in his heart, why are you bothering him now?

Sheng Zhao's drooping eyes met Wu Yu's cold eyes again, he took a deep breath, and said coldly: "Immortal Master Wuwang doesn't even drink alcohol, so why don't you come and take care of me?"

Sheng Zhao's attitude was too abnormal, and Wu Yu was stunned: "Drinking alcohol hurts your body, do you really want to lie down in the snow all night and feel unwell before quitting?"

Sheng Zhao paused, his fingertips hidden under his sleeves were slightly stiff, his face was still indifferent: "You don't need to pity me."

He dropped a very sarcasm, turned around and left.

Sheng Zhao didn't need Wu Yu to take pity on him because he was in such a miserable life, that's not what he wanted.

Wu Yu was silent for a long time, a little stunned.

He didn't understand, yesterday was fine, how could everything change after one night.

Sheng Zhao didn't go back to his room, but went down Tianshan Mountain.

When Wu Yu couldn't see his figure, he didn't leave again.

Holding on to the tree, he kept taking deep breaths, his eyes became more and more red, Sheng Zhao raised his head and held back, his heart swelled with discomfort, and an indescribable emotion made his eyes sore and astringent.

In the end, he insisted on holding back his tears.

.

Wu Yu waited for Sheng Zhao for another day today.

During breakfast, Sheng Zhao quarreled with him and left.

Wu Yu made the lunch by himself, and made Sheng Zhao's favorite Yuyuanzi. When the evening came, no one was waiting.

Wu Yu cleaned up all the untouched dishes and food by himself, and when dinner came, he placed a jar of wine on the empty table.

He waited and waited.

After the access control time set for Sheng Zhao passed.

Wait until the third watch of the month.

Only when Sheng Zhao returned home.

Sheng Zhao obviously didn't expect Wu Yu to be waiting for him. It's already midnight, and he quietly looked at the back in front of him under the lonely moonlight in the blank snow, a little dazed.

Without him, Wu Yu seems to lose half of her popularity, and she will become immortal in the next moment.

His two-day backlog of panic broke out suddenly, and Sheng Zhao firmly suppressed it in his heart.

He was afraid, he didn't want Wu Yu to know about his unbearable situation, he hoped that Sheng Zhao would always look heartless and happy in front of Wu Yu.

He was afraid that Wu Yu would feel uncomfortable, and he was also afraid that Wu Yu would have a different opinion of him because of this.

He is very powerful, his talent is very good, he can be promoted to Nascent Soul in five years, and he will avenge himself.

He's not actually trash.

He didn't want to be left behind.

Sheng Zhao knew it, how could he compare Jiang Qianzhou with Wu Yu?Jiang Qianzhou is also worthy?

But the memory of that year was too deep, and this was a nightmare he could never escape in his life.

What Sheng Zhao was afraid of was that Wu Yu was kind to him not because Wu Yu was his master, but because he was so pitiful.

What he wanted...wasn't this.

He also didn't want to quarrel with Wu Yu.

In fact, Sheng Zhao has always been very afraid, afraid of seeing Wu Yu's appearance that is far away from him.

"What's the matter?" Sheng Zhao asked coldly, even though his fingertips were trembling due to the pain, he pinched himself hard to calm down.

Wu Yu seemed to be thinking about something, and he was fascinated, and Sheng Zhao's breath was too familiar to him, so he was not on guard.

It wasn't until Sheng Zhao made a sound that he realized that Sheng Zhao had already come to his side.

Wu Yu supported the table and stood up, wearing a crane cloak that kept falling snow flakes.

It must have been a long wait.

Sheng Zhao lowered his eyes.

In Wu Yu's eyes, this drooping eye means indifference, extremely indifferent.

He sighed softly: "I was too strong this morning."

Sheng Zhao's fingertips were slightly stiff, and he clenched his palms tightly.

Wu Yu had never experienced such troubles with Sheng Zhao before, he was stupid and paused for a long time before continuing to coax: "Don't be angry."

"It's not that I won't let you drink."

"I was too worried."

Wu Yu leaned over slightly, picked up a jug of wine on the table, and held it in his hand, "If you want to drink, I can drink with you."

"Don't you drink alcohol?"

When he said this, both of them were startled.

It was only when Sheng Zhao realized that he was so worthless, his eyes were sore, his throat was still sour, and he was crying.

It was because Wu Yu felt that he was the one who made Sheng Zhao cry.

Wu Yu took a deep breath and smiled with a headache: "I have never coaxed others, every time I coax you, why do I make you cry every time."

This "second time" refers to Wu Yu punishing Sheng Zhao to copy the scriptures before, and Sheng Zhao's hands hurt when he copied the scriptures.

And when he was afraid of the dark and the cold, Wu Yu would always accompany Sheng Zhao, and when Sheng Zhao fell asleep, he would wipe away the tears overflowing from Sheng Zhao's eyes when he left.

And... When I was drunk before, when I cried in his arms and said that I was too tired.

Sheng Zhao is not coquettish, unless he is really unable to hold on, he will call "Master" pitifully.

The number of times Wu Yu coaxed her was actually very few.

Wu Yu said softly: "Master's fault."

Sheng Zhao retorted subconsciously in his heart, it was not your fault.

He didn't say anything on his face, and he was silent for a while.

Wu Yu sighed, a little helpless, pursed his lips and calmed down, no matter what he said, Sheng Zhao was extremely indifferent.

He didn't know where the problem was, he couldn't do anything, it was a headache.

Sheng Zhao couldn't stand, so he turned around and sat down on the chair neatly, with a cold face, he said in a muffled voice, "You don't want to drink with me."

"Then drink."

It is true that Wu Yu has never drank wine, he drank it very unfamiliarly, he took a sip like drinking tea, the taste was spicy and bitter, he frowned slightly, but his face was still calm.

After a long time, Wu Yu slowly savored the remaining mellow fragrance, which has a special flavor.

And Sheng Zhao had already poured himself several cups.

This jar of wine was picked up by Wu Yu in private storage, and I don't know how long it has been stored, there is a strong smell of wine when the jar is opened.

It has a strong mellow aroma, you can tell it's strong just by smelling it before you drink it.

Sheng Zhao's face is easy to drink when drinking, but the wine is still unusually strong. He only drank a few cups, and the side of his cheeks was slowly stained with light pink, all the way to the end of his eyes, and he became more and more blush.

Unexpectedly, he still remembered in his heart that he was in a cold war with Wu Yu, so he forced his face to be cold.

Wu Yu watched and couldn't help but sigh again.

I don't know if I can stop being angry with him after the drink is over.

Wu Yu was worried.

So he raised his glass again to relieve his worries.

They drank quietly.

No one said anything.

Wu Yu didn't look at him in a blink of an eye, and when he looked up again, he found that Sheng Zhao was already drunk, and the smell of alcohol entered his body. He was feverish, and when he breathed out the heat, Wu Yu realized later that he was actually half drunk.

He frowned and rubbed the center of his brows. From his expression alone, it was obvious that he was not used to it.

Sheng Zhao forced Wu Yu to drink this wine.

Sheng Zhao drank and drank, and got himself drunk. He was so dizzy that he couldn't tell the difference between the south, the north, the north, the year and the month.

He just felt bad about himself.

It's hard, it's hard.

The wine was not good at all.

He even forced Wu Yu to suffer together with him.

Sheng Zhao clenched the wine glass tightly, his fingertips turned white, and his expression turned colder: "Don't drink."

"Did I make you drink so much?"

Wu Yu was stunned for a moment, listened to Sheng Zhao's words, and put down his wine glass.

Sheng Zhao was so drunk that he couldn't breathe. For some reason, his heart ached.

I want to make myself feel like I was drunk yesterday.

Drunk and fell asleep.

It doesn't hurt anymore.

Obviously he was the one who told people not to drink, but he couldn't stop drinking himself. Wu Yu looked down at the little drunk opposite, and was about to wait for someone to play wild, so he sent him back to the room.

As a result, the little drunk had no intention of stopping at all.

Finally Wu Yu couldn't sit still anymore, she frowned and tried to stop her.

As soon as Wu Yu grasped Sheng Zhao's wrist, he was thrown away, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a jade-like finger.

The owner of the finger is pointing to his nose.

Sheng Zhao pointed at Wu Yu, because he was drunk, he paused for a while, and then slowly realized what he wanted to say, his face was still cold, even though his vision was blurred.

He cursed drunkenly: "Liar, don't touch me."

Those five simple words turned into a sharp knife.

Wu Yu didn't understand. He was stunned for a long time before he felt pain in his heart and asked, "Who is the liar?"

Maybe it was because he was drunk, Sheng Zhao recognized the wrong person.

Wu Yu thought.

Only Wu Yu was reflected in Sheng Zhao's clear black eyes, his red lips parted slightly, his voice was soft, but what he said was cruelly identifying: "You."

Wu Yu suddenly recalled that when Sheng Zhao was drunk, it was good to admit his mistakes to anyone, but he never admitted to him.

He is a liar?

What did he lie to Sheng Zhao?

Wu Yu was helplessly pointed at by Sheng Zhao, but he still couldn't figure it out. He looked at the white fingertips close at hand, "Why do you say I lied to you?"

Sheng Zhao said coldly, and didn't want to say a word: "You know it in your heart."

Wu Yu couldn't think of a reason, and asked again: "Is it because I lied to you that you are angry, isn't it because I won't let you drink?"

Sheng Zhao nodded.

Wu Yu asked again: "Then how are you willing to calm down?"