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

The price of a hangover is that when you wake up, your head hurts, as if it's about to explode. Wuji sat up from the bed and rubbed his head vigorously.

After a while, his movement of rubbing his head suddenly froze, and his eyes fixed on a certain place.

As his head gradually became sober, he also gradually got some impressions of what happened last night. He remembered that he seemed to be drunk, and then he seemed to have met the Lord, and he even bumped into it.

Thinking about it this way, Wuji's lack of courage at all seemed a little frightened, and his whole body broke out in a cold sweat.

The lord seemed to have said something else, as if he wanted to keep it a secret.

He thumped his head vigorously, and let out a "hiss", "What a broken head, why can't I remember anything!"

I beat my head for a while, I don't know if it stimulated my brain, but suddenly there was a flash of inspiration.He remembered, he seemed to have told the Lord Qiao Zhen's secret.

What's this called? If Qiao Zhen found out, he might have to kill someone to relieve his hatred.

Wuji got off the bed numbly, then put on his clothes and went out without even washing his face.

The door of Qiao Zhen's room is closed, so I'm afraid she hasn't gotten up yet.

Wuji thought, otherwise, he should greet Qiao Zhen in advance, so that he can also be mentally prepared, and if the Lord pursues it, he can deal with it, so that he won't be at a loss.

Thinking of this, Wuji gritted his teeth and pushed the door open, "Qiao Zhen, get up quickly, I have something to think about..."

The two people who were sound asleep on the bed woke up because of the sound, and looked up towards the door.

The words behind Wuji were automatically muted. He widened his eyes and looked at the two people on the bed quietly. Last night, they should have slept together. At this moment, most of the Lord's body was lying on Qiao Zhen. Qiao Zhen's body rested on Qiao Zhen's neck, and the two of them were so intimate no matter how they looked.

Wuji imagined thousands of scenarios where Qiao Zhen would accuse and beat him, but he never thought that the two would sleep together. The last time the lord was drunk, but last night he clearly and vaguely remembered that the lord is awake.

When Wuji was thinking hard about how to break out of this embarrassing situation at the moment, the person lying on Qiao Zhen's chest said, "What do you want to say?"

That tone was cold, carrying the usual coercion of the Lord, and Wuji's forehead was immediately covered with a thin layer of sweat.

"No, no, this subordinate will leave!" After stammering, he turned around and left in a hurry.

Being disturbed from sleeping, Yan Jinlan's expression was not very good. After laying on Qiao Zhen's body for a while, he sat up.

It was only at this time that Qiao Zhen could take a deep breath. Yan Jinlan hadn't turned his back on him yet, so he probably wouldn't.

He took the coat hanging on the side and was about to put it on when he heard Yan Jinlan ask calmly, "Did I get drunk last night and ran to your bed?"

Qiao Zhen paused and nodded hastily: "That's right, I was worried that Lord Yan would lose his temper with me again after he woke up in the morning. Fortunately, Lord Yan remembered that he was drunk."

In the latter sentence, his tone was more or less teasing. Unexpectedly, Yan Jinlan said seriously: "I don't remember, I don't remember anything."

He turned his face away, and his eyes didn't fall on Qiao Zhen's body. Qiao Zhen raised his eyebrows in surprise. Why did he feel that Yan Jinlan's words sounded so wrong?

After a while, Yan Jinlan found another good reason for herself: "Maybe you sleep comfortably in this bed, and I will come here after I get drunk, and I will come to sleep with you in the future."

Qiao Zhen was stunned for a moment, and when he realized it, he nodded decisively in agreement. Anyway, this huge magic palace is Yan Jinlan's private property, and all the disciples are working for him. Yan Jinlan doesn't want to sleep anywhere. Where, who dares to say a word.

Yan Jinlan curled the corners of his mouth. Although the curvature didn't look obvious, he was happy after all.

Qiao Zhen felt that he was in a better mood, and he said generously, "From now on, this bed will be yours, Lord, and I'll just go and squeeze with Wuji for two days."

As soon as these words came out, the subtle arc at the corner of Yan Jinlan's mouth immediately flattened.

"I order you not to sleep with Wuji again."

"why?"

"There is no reason, if you don't allow it, you don't allow it!"

Qiao Zhen sighed and compromised, "Okay, it's up to you, you can do whatever you want! But, if I don't squeeze with Wuji, where will I sleep? Can't I sleep on the floor?"

"This seat allows you to sleep with this seat."

Qiao Zhen glanced at Yan Jinlan suspiciously. He suddenly felt that the weirdness in his heart had been magnified. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

After waiting for a long time but not seeing him agreeing, Yan Jinlan suddenly had the tendency to blow his hair, and looked at him angrily, "Why, you don't want to?"

Qiao Zhen replied subconsciously: "How dare, I'm afraid you won't like it."

"Hmph, what is my dislike? It's settled. If you dare to resist, I will let you taste the painful pain before."

After Yan Jinlan finished speaking, she put on her coat and left. Qiao Zhen stared at his back, inexplicably feeling that there seemed to be a bit of joy in that back.

After breakfast, Qiao Zhen was going to have a look at Wuji's side. Wuji rushed over in such a hurry in the morning, he must have something important to tell him. It happened that Yan Jinlan slept with him, and Wuji didn't dare to say anything. Then he turned around and went back, he had to ask Wuji what was the matter.

As soon as he reached the gate of Wuji's courtyard, he heard a tragic wail, which came from Wuji, and Qiao Zhen rushed in with a stride.

Bai Qi was sitting on a chair, holding a teacup in his hand, and there was no more tea in that teacup, Wu Ji was clasped by his shoulders, and knelt on the ground in front of Bai Qi, his face was wet and still dripping. With a burnt red.

Seeing this scene, Qiao Zhen immediately felt a rush of blood rushing to his forehead. He ran over, kicked the two disciples behind Wuji away, and yelled, "Mr. Bai, what are you doing?"

Wuji was saved, and stood behind him covering his face. He was clearly better than him in martial arts, but he used him as a shield.

Bai Qi said slowly: "I'm just punishing a disciple, Mr. Qiao is an outsider, I'm afraid I can't control him!"

Qiao Zhen had a cold face: "What if I say I'm in charge today? What about you?"

Bai Qi stood up abruptly, and the eyes of the two met, as if sparks were sparked, and the atmosphere in the whole room suddenly became tense, ready to explode.