Pinching his nose and taking a deep breath, Ye Kongqing stretched his brows, suppressed Jubai's smell of alcohol, and said aloud: "Brother, I said last time that I was destined to be. Sure enough, we met again. Ye Kongqing was in a hurry last time, but I still don't know the name of Brother Taiwan, but I don't know Brother Taiwan..."

"Below, orange white."

Jubai was already drunk at this time, his eyes were blurred, and he felt that someone was sitting in front of him, but he didn't see who it was. He answered directly when he heard the question. On the other hand, Ye Kongqing didn't expect Jubai to be drunk like this, not very clear-headed, but his speech was quite organized. He also became interested and continued to chat with him with a smile: "Jubai? A good name, but Ju is not often seen."

"Our family is considered... a family of cultivators, whose names are not the world... the secular lineage is left behind, and the younger brother Kongqing......... it is normal to hear it." After drinking a table of wine, his tongue was obviously unable to keep up. Jubai leaned against the table halfway, and then Ye Kongqing said vaguely.

Looking at Jubai's appearance, Ye Kongqing couldn't help but shake his head, feeling quite funny. As expected, whether he is a cultivator or an ordinary person, he always looks the same after drinking too much. Not only is he "talented" but he also starts to call him brothers after a few words.

However, in this way, Ye Kongqing and Jubai chatted so hard, and they were quite in love. But as they chatted, Ye Kongqing's face began to become gloomy.

People who drink too much don’t keep the door in their mouths, say whatever they want, and dare to say anything out. Otherwise, they will say the truth after drinking.

Jubai had been drinking alcohol before, and there was a saying that he would raise his glass to relieve his sorrow and worry even more. The wine was in his stomach, but the sorrow did not disappear, and he was so drunk that he became drunk. Now he didn't know where he came out to chat with him, so Jubai used the alcohol to drink, regardless of whether he knew him or not, and he didn't care about it. After talking in a few words, he pulled Ye Kongqing and began to pour bitterness. The excitement of the words, the man who never flicked could not stop crying.

Jubaijiu was drunk and weak, and it took a long time to explain the matter clearly. Ye Kongqing listened aside, which was quite difficult. However, this did not prevent him from getting angry after he figured out the cause and consequences of the whole matter.

This is really unreasonable.

It was not your own business, but after hearing it, it would be fine to comfort Jubai. It was already the end of kindness. After all, from Jubai's description, Ye Kongqing could guess that the group of people he was talking about must be quite big. People are fighting each other, so it is best not to get involved in a little shrimp like him, otherwise they wouldn't know how to die.

But this feeling is inexplicable. Ye Kongqing instinctively has no good impression of these so-called famous sects. He has been since childhood. But intentionally or unintentionally, Yu Cangshu and Zhu Gexing seem to have never restrained Ye Kongqing's thoughts and feelings in this regard.

This made Ye Kongqing quite entangled at this moment.

Reason told him that there are many ways to obtain spiritual objects. Can you still be suffocated to death by urine? There is no need to hang yourself on this tree. What's more, I'm just a meeting with this orange white. There is really no need to wade into this muddy water for him and finally get myself in.

But the disgust in his emotions made him stand up for this matter. In addition, he watched the young man who was full of energy before, and now he was destroyed to the present. Although he was planning to get some oil and water from Jubai at the beginning to achieve his goal, at this moment, he sincerely wanted to help Jubai.

His fingers subconsciously tapped the tabletop.

Looking at the drunken Orange White lying in front of him, Ye Kongqing's rationality and sensibility were constantly reincarnated in his mind. Comparing the pros and cons of it, Ye Kongqing felt as if he had felt the lantern of his life in advance.

But there is nothing we can do about this. For him, the matter is indeed too much. He has just enjoyed a few days of comfortable life. If it were just a whim, he would know what he would face after intervening.

After a while of silence with the slight snoring of the orange white, Ye Kongqing's head seemed to be a battlefield. After a fierce battle between heaven and man, he finally had the upper hand.

He curled his lips helplessly, Ye Kongqing looked disliked and muttered: "I really owe you kid in my previous life. I originally wanted to get some oil and water from you and fill my private bags. Now, I will lose some rice if I haven't done stealing the chicken. I have to give you this gift..."

Although it was his own decision, Jubai didn't beg for him to help him, but seeing that he was thinking a lot here, and Jubai was sleeping like a dead pig there, Ye Kongqing was still very upset. So he grabbed Jubai's ears and pretended to be vicious and said, "Jubai, I'll tell you that I'm taking risks in helping you. If you don't thank me well, and you can just compensate me for a hundred or so species of spiritual creatures, I will never finish it with you!"

After saying that, he patted Jubai's cheeks that were flushed with alcohol as if he was confused, and made a sound of slapping like a watermelon. However, Jubai obviously couldn't give Ye Kongqing any reaction he wanted. Apart from the increasingly loud snoring, there were only a few vague murmurs left.

Jubai's appearance made Ye Kongqing realize that his current behavior seemed a little naive, and he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. Even with his thick skin that was influenced by his second master Zhu Gexing, he couldn't help but blush. He quickly found a pot of Jubai from the table that he hadn't drunk much, grabbed the wine glass on the table, and drank several cups to cover it up.

Hum? It's so good to drink, this kid is quite clever.

Just like the problem of face-skin mentioned just now, Ye Kongqing has never drunk much wine since he was a child.

I just wanted to hide my embarrassment, but I took advantage of this excuse to drink a few more glasses. In the end, Ye Kongqing simply ordered a few more side dishes. He sipped the wine and sipped the dishes, and he ate it alone.

While eating, Ye Kongqing couldn't help but mutter to Jubai: "You're a bargain, you'll treat this meal as your deposit."

As the so-called elegant food, the amount of wine and food in Jiuhe Teahouse is not large, and the food is exquisite. In a short while, it has been three rounds of wine and five flavors. Ye Kongqing cannot say that he has enough wine and enough food to eat, but it can be considered satisfied. Seeing Jubai still sleeping in front of him in a dark place, I don’t know how long it takes, and there is no sign of waking up. Ye Kongqing doesn’t know how much he can remember what he says to him after he wakes up. So after thinking about it, Ye Kongqing touched his trouser pocket, took out a jade pendant of about the same size as his waist, and stuffed it into Jubai’s hand after leaving a mark of spiritual consciousness.
Chapter completed!