At that time, the demon hadn't grown up yet.

In the evening, after dinner, Yan Jinlan hurriedly dragged Qiao Zhen into the inner hall. Qiao Zhen could probably guess what Yan Jinlan wanted to do, but he didn't refuse, and still magnanimously indulged Yan Jinlan's treatment of him. doing.

Just as the door was about to close, a disciple walked over with his head down. On the tray in his hand was a jug of wine and two unique wine glasses.

Qiao Zhen's eyes fell on the wine glass, and after turning her mind, she waved to the disciple: "Come here."

The disciple came over, bowed to him, and said in a low voice: "Wuji sent this to his subordinates, saying that they can help you."

When Qiao Zhen heard this, she blushed immediately. He probably understood in seconds what Wuji meant by helping him.

After all, this wine was not for him, but for Yan Jinlan.

He took the tray, and the disciple immediately turned around and left. At this moment, Yan Jinlan walked over, poked his head out from behind him, and asked suspiciously, "What is this?"

Qiao Zhen said nonsense, "Wine for fun."

When Yan Jinlan heard that it was for fun, not only was she not a little bit afraid, she took the jug away, and when Qiao Zhen walked to the table, she saw that Yan Jinlan had already drank it by herself.

Under the dim candlelight, Yan Jinlan's fair cheeks showed an imperceptible pink, Qiao Zhen shook her head helplessly, and reminded: "Don't get drunk."

As soon as the words finished, Yan Jinlan turned her head and smiled foolishly at him, then tilted her head and fell directly on the table.

Qiao Zhen was dumbfounded. He walked over and waved his hand in front of Yan Jinlan's eyes, but nothing happened.

"I'm really drunk, this wine doesn't have such a powerful effect, does it?"

But it was an indisputable fact that Yan Jinlan was drowsy. Qiao Zhen shook his head with a smile, and carried the drunken Yan Jinlan to the bed.

Although Qiao Zhen's movements could not be called violent, they were definitely not gentle either. Even so, Yan Jinlan didn't even have the slightest intention of waking up. She still closed her eyes tightly, sleeping in the dark.

After taking off Yan Jinlan's coat, Qiao Zhen was about to go to bed. At this moment, he was keenly aware of the unusual smell in the air, and he subconsciously looked towards the window.

Earlier, Yan Jinlan closed the window, not a single fly could fly in, but at this moment, the window was blown open by the wind at some point, and Qiao Zhen walked over to close the window. He closed it, but smelled a faint fragrance, which followed him like a shadow, affecting his thinking ability.

Before Qiao Zhen reached the window, her body fell straight down.

Night, quiet and quiet.

Yan Jinlan was woken up by a gust of cold wind. Before he opened his eyes, he stretched out his hand and touched the side. When he touched the empty space beside him, Yan Jinlan suddenly opened his eyes. Eyes opened.

The candles in the room had burned out at some point, and the whole room was pitch black except for the faint moonlight coming in from the window.

Yan Jinlan's eyesight was still very good in the dark, and he could clearly see the situation around him - Qiao Zhen was not by his side.

After realizing this, Yan Jinlan suddenly sat up from the bed, and the memory of before he was drunk also swept away in an instant.

He remembered that he seemed to have drunk the wine brought by a certain senior disciple, and then fell unconscious.

Where did Qiao Zhen go, and why wasn't she lying beside him?

One question after another came out of Yan Jinlan's mind, and he didn't even give himself a chance to think for a moment. After putting on his boots, he strode outside.

He yelled out of thin air: "Come here!"

In the next second, Yan Yi appeared in front of Yan Jinlan, knelt on one knee, and put his fists together in front of him.

"What is the order of the lord?"

Yan Jinlan rolled his eyes, and his eyes fell on Yan Yi.

"Qiao Zhen is missing, help me find him."

Qiao Zhen would never leave him alone, walking around in the middle of the night, something must have happened in the middle, not to mention, although his drinking capacity is not very good, but at least he is supported by the internal strength of his whole body. It was put in a glass of wine, but now it seems that it is full of doubts.

Upon hearing Yan Jinlan's words, Yan Yi asked uncertainly, "My lord, did Qiao Zhen go to the toilet? Maybe he'll be back later."

"Impossible, you hurry to help me find it, I am worried that something will happen to him."

It is impossible for him to get drunk for no reason, and Qiao Zhen will not disappear for no reason, so there must be some reason for this.

His tone was quick and cold, Yan Yi didn't dare to say another word, he said "yes" directly, and then left the hall directly.

Yan Jinlan sat on the concubine's couch that he often made, feeling empty and cold in his heart. He couldn't help wondering why Qiao Zhen didn't sleep with him, and where Qiao Zhen was at this moment.

In the silent night, Yan Jinlan pouted displeasedly, but this time no one came to coax him.

Not long after, Yan Yi came back, Yan Jinlan stood up excitedly, ran towards Yan Yi, and then stood still in front of Yan Yi.

"Is there any news?"

Yan Yi stared at Yan Jinlan without blinking, and the soft light shone into his eyes, reflecting an incomprehensible gloom.

He opened his mouth, and it seemed a little difficult to speak.

What a perceptive person Yan Jinlan is, he guessed it right away.

Cautiously asked: "You found it, right? Where is he now? Did he not want me?"

When asked about the latter sentence, Yan Yi suddenly felt that the Venerable Lord was just a young man, and he also had his fragility, but he had always hidden it very deeply, so that no outsiders would notice it. Just arrived.

He thought of the scene he saw, and suddenly felt a little distressed.

Yan Jinlan suddenly raised her voice, "Hurry up!"

Yan Yi clasped his fists together and said hastily: "We have indeed found it, my lord, please come with me as soon as possible."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Jinlan took the lead to go out. His steps were brisk, and Yan Yi, who was behind him, frowned tightly.

How nervous he is now, and how angry he will be later, he seems to have foreseen it.

Yan Yi suddenly made a decision. He stepped forward and stood in front of Yan Jinlan: "My lord, in fact, Young Master Qiao has left the Demon Palace..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Er appeared with a gloomy expression.

"My lord, my subordinates found out that Mr. Qiao was hooking up with the disciples of the Wulin League. Now they are being caught and raped in bed, waiting for the lord's punishment."

There was a roar in Yan Jinlan's head, and he lost the ability to think in an instant.