East China Sea dust

Ao Dingbo has been beaten a lot since he was a child, and his first reaction when he heard Ao Zhan's voice was to run away, trying to get out of the wide open window beside the wine table.

Ao Zhan thought he was ashamed, so he stretched out his hand to pinch the back of his younger brother's neck, signaling him to stay calm.

The wine lady who was trying to go to Zhang Qinglan's side earlier was so frightened by the man's evil spirit that her face turned pale, she couldn't speak, and rushed back to the back kitchen with the wine bottle in her arms.

The young man's wrist was held by someone, and he couldn't move for a while.

The porcelain white wine cup in his hand was snatched by Ao Zhan early on, and he threw it back on the table with a bang, making a soft sound.A thin layer of pear blossom white splashed out from the cup, and the wine wetted the wood of the tabletop into a dark color, and a strong aroma of wine immediately diffused in the air.

Ao Zhan's movements were quick and his expression was fierce. He purposely put on a smile that was not a smile, clutching the young man's slender wrist bones, and he was full of style to ask questions.

Zhang Qinglan was stunned for a while, and then remembered to look up at him after she realized it.She blinked her eyes a few times, pursed her thin lips lightly, until now her eyes were full of innocence.

The four characters "has nothing to do with me" are written all over one face.

"Zhang Qinglan," Ao Zhan said with a dark face, raised his hand to pinch the soft flesh on the young man's cheek, and warned in a deep voice, "Don't do this."

The man's voice was a little hoarse when he spoke, but at the same time, it was obscured by the loud yelling of Xiao Er who sounded next to him, as if he was floating down from the top... Only Zhang Qinglan could hear it There is a trace of tenderness hidden, and a little bit of tenderness.

A willow table immediately divided the aura into two sides.

Compared to this side where swords are about to explode, Ao Dingbo on the opposite side puts his hands on his knees honestly, and his sitting posture is as upright as he learned to write calligraphy in Dragon Palace when he was a child.

He looked up and down Ao Zhan's icy face, trying to find out the meaning of "let you go".

However, Zhang Qinglan is no more obedient than Chilong. Instead of regretting or apologizing for being caught doing something wrong, he even grabbed the corner of Ao Zhan's black robe, and only patted the vacant spot on his side a few times after attracting the opponent's attention. Bench, smiling obediently and sweetly:

"Ao Zhan, sit down."

Every word and deed, his attitude is very frank, as if the person who sneaked out to drink flowers and wine during his recuperation period is not him at all, he is unusually righteous.

Originally, Ao Zhan was standing by the wine table with his hands folded, aloof and domineering.Now when he heard the words, he frowned, and a shallow ravine appeared in between.

Just when Ao Dingbo thought that Zhang Qinglan was doomed to die this time, he never expected that his elder brother would pull away the wooden stool concisely and put his ass beside the young man with a fierce face. Sit down seriously.

Ao Dingbo: "..."

Pooh!

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Sitting next to two old dragons who are hundreds of years old, Zhang Qinglan's soul, which is only two or three hundred years old, is indeed a junior.

But now this little indecency sees Ao Zhan sitting down, and doesn't care if there are other people looking at him, with some wine stains on his lips, he leans over and puts his arms around the man's neck, and then falls lightly on the other side. And a quick kiss.

The aroma of pear blossom white hits the face instantly.

Ao Dingbo rubbed his face: "...?"

Ao Zhan would not be easily dismissed by such a trick, so he straightened the young man's upper body crookedly leaning on his shoulder, tapped the table with his fingertips a few times, and signaled Zhang Qinglan to be honest with his eyes.

Zhang Qinglan's ability to pretend to be drunk is first-rate, even if she only takes half a sip of sake, her cheeks can still turn red.

The eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and they blinked a few times half closed. When the young man looked at Ao Zhan, his eyes wandered, as if he was asking: "What are you talking about? I can't hear you clearly."

Ao Dingbo had just seen the young man's nimble movements when he handed the money to the wine maid. If he saw him confidently pretending to be drunk, the little dragon king who felt that he had no experience in the world was stunned.

More shocking things are yet to come.

I saw that Lord Dragon King, who was supposed to mercilessly expose this guy's deceit, pondered for a while, but finally believed the kid's nonsense, raised the back of his hand to Zhang Qinglan's forehead, frowned and whispered: "It's a little hot."

Ao Dingbo choked speechlessly, and was so depressed that he drank half a bottle of sake... Only then did he understand that among the three present, he was the most redundant.

Zhang Qinglan is just a touch of soul now, relying on the spiritual energy provided by the real dragon inner alchemy and her own cultivation, it took a lot of effort to pile up a spiritual body that can be seen and touched by ordinary people.

No one knows what kind of impact it will have on a "half-human, half-soul" physique like him if he drinks alcohol... So, it's no wonder that Ao Zhan is overly nervous.

The young man's drunken demeanor at this time was very resembling. Seeing that Ao Zhan wanted to carry him directly from the Yinshuang Tower back to the Dragon King's Mansion, he stretched out a plain and clean paw, and wiped the rest of the table. He quickly pulled half of the wine in front of him, and drank it down in one gulp.

He didn't forget to smack his lips after drinking, and hiccupped expressionlessly.

Everything happened in an instant, and Ao Zhan had no time to stop it, so he could only helplessly watch Zhang Qinglan buried in his arms, and shouted in a muffled voice, "I'm drunk."

... The heart of fooling around can be seen.

Ao Zhan instantly understood that the young man was pretending to be drunk, and then propped him up like a kitten, and called him by his name in a dangerous tone: "Zhang Qinglan."

Not only was Zhang Qinglan not afraid, but she buried her head even deeper, without making a sound, trying to pretend to be asleep after pretending to be drunk.

Ao Zhan didn't want to get used to him at first, so he wanted to carry him home in such a posture.

It's a pity that before the Dragon King of the East China Sea could do it himself, he heard the sound of chickens flying and dogs jumping suddenly from the direction of the back kitchen of Yinshuang Building.

Immediately afterwards, the girl's clear, crisp and anxious voice said, "Grandfather!"

Ao Dingbo was shocked by the voice, and when he turned his head, he found that the "benefactor" in the other party's mouth had changed again——

The blush on Zhang Qinglan's face and the drunkenness faded away in an instant, but it was not a serious way to bluff people. Instead, she secretly lowered her eyelids and mouth corners, and shrank behind the man, trying to avoid meeting Bi Jing like.

With a resentful expression on his face, Ao Dingbo picked up the wine bottle and took two more sips into his mouth.

Ao Zhan crossed his arms on the other side and snorted coldly when he saw this.Then he retreated a little distance without showing any traces, completely exposing the young man who was originally covered by him behind him, which had a kind of reluctance to save him, and added insult to injury in it.

"Benevolence!" Bi Jing rubbed her eyes, and found that the person crouching under the wall was really Zhang Qinglan. She jumped up and down a few times in excitement, and after a while, she moved to the wine table with her wine basket.

I just woke up that morning, and before I stepped out of the room, I saw Bi Xin lying under the old pagoda tree in the yard with his body covered in mud and his eyes closed.

Although the child was pale and in a mess, he came back whole.And what made Bi Jing most happy was that although the younger brother was a little dirty, not only did he not see any scars, but he even grew flesh, much sturdier than before.

Afterwards, when Bi Xin opened his eyes again, he had already forgotten a lot of bad experiences, and the only thing left was the snacks in Yecheng that he had been thinking about, and the reopened school after the holiday.

Bi Jing recalled the unreasonable prayers she said to Zhang Qinglan at the gate of the city a few months ago, and even she didn't necessarily believe that the other party could do it, her eyes couldn't help but get a little moist.

Bi Jing pursed her lips, her almond eyes were bright, she looked at Zhang Qinglan admiringly, and said generously: "Ah Jing knows, my brother must be your benefactor, you found him yourself, right?"

The girl's words evoked Zhang Qinglan's memories, and he glanced at Ao Zhan without showing any trace, thinking about the innocent people who were buried under the altar that day, dying... probably because Ao Zhan cast a spell to erase his memory, Send them back to where they came from.

Zhang Qinglan was just about to open his mouth to explain the matter clearly, but Ao Zhan's secret voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "If you make a mistake, it's okay."

The man tapped the wine cup that was almost drained a few times, and raised his eyebrows at the young man as a signal.

Facing Ao Zhan, Zhang Qinglan was naturally obedient, but in the end she just nodded ambiguously against Bi Jing's eager gaze.

"Thank you benefactor!" The girl jumped for joy, and took out several porcelain bottles one after another from the wine basket at her waist. Looking at the texture of the pattern, she knew that the wine inside was not bad wine: "This is the wine brewed by my little girl. It's called ' Chunri wakes up, a little heart... benefactor must accept it."

Zhang Qinglan's expression was indifferent: "The girl is serious, but it's just keeping her promise, it's nothing to worry about."

The Dragon King of the South China Sea on the opposite side watched these two mortals come and go back and forth several times, and was stunned by these red tapes, but couldn't help feeling bored in his heart, stretched out his hand to grab a few bottles of good wine, hum Hum chirp: "If you don't want to drink, this king will come to drink."

After speaking, without waiting for the young man to stop him, he uncorked one of the porcelain vats and drank a few big gulps—then, he rolled his eyes and passed out holding the wine vat.

Bi Jing was not angry, she just smiled and stuffed the cork back into the mouth of the wine jar, tapped the silk cloth wrapped around her head, shook her head and said: "Everyone says 'wake up in spring, wake up in spring', today is only Laba. , this guest officer can sleep well."

Hearing this, Zhang Qinglan's eyes brightened slightly... It's a pity, after all, he was not as quick as Ao Zhan's eyes and hands, and was caught by the devil's claws stretching towards the wine jar.

Bi Jing didn't realize it, she was still smiling.

"In that case," Zhang Qinglan's expression remained the same, even though her wrist was still in Ao Zhan's palm, she could still turn her face and said openly to Bi Jing: "Can you allow me to visit your younger brother?"

Under Ao Zhan's ferocious stare, the young man spoke nonsense very calmly: "Long time no see, I miss you very much."

"It's not too late, let's go right away."