1328: C1328 Shameless

C1328 Shameless

Yang Ping's body swayed unsteadily. In the dark night, she staggered until she almost fell to the ground. It was impossible for such a situation to occur after drinking a cup of wine. Given his current constitution, it was impossible for him to get drunk.

But he was drunk.

Yang Ping's heart trembled. The problem lied in Tao Chengxi's cup of wine. The poison wasn't terrifying, but it was the human heart. Who knew that he would be betrayed in the end? Yang Ping laughed bitterly in her heart. She thought that she would at least be able to maintain an ordinary relationship with the Boss Tao, but who would have thought that she would be cut in the back.

This cut almost cost his life.

The wine was terrible.

Actually, there was no poison. It was just intoxicating. Yang Ping had never seen a type of wine that had such terrifying alcohol power. Even if one drank a hundred degrees of industrial alcohol, it would be fine, but a jar of old wine would cause his entire body to feel weak.

This goblet of wine came from a mysterious character, a terrifying expert who could use the Revolving Star Passage Technique.

This cup of wine had been brewing for too long, just opening it was enough to make any living being within ten kilometers drunk. But with the treatment from a special person, it was extremely difficult to reach a certain point.

Instantly, Yang Ping thought of many things.

Dragon City Will, this defeated opponent would definitely not be so powerful, unless...

Yang Ping's heart sank, and her eyes became blurry.

Three black figures appeared on the street and headed towards him, forming a circle around him. The three of them had Saint Stage, and they were the kind of saints who did not have any personal feelings, using the Essence Returning Circle, they were able to unleash their full strength, comparable to a Great Sage.

To use three unafraid of death Saints, who were comparable to experts in Great Saint Stage to kill Yang Ping who was drinking, it could be seen that the other party was already taking him seriously.

Yang Ping laughed, he stopped and looked around, drunk looking at the world, the world became extremely gloomy and gloomy, she shook her head and sighed.

Those people probably thought that he was still at the same level as when Dao Zun was fighting.

The three of them struck out.

One was a fierce tiger that could bite off green mountains, one was a Gorilla that could beat the heavens and the other was a spear that could pierce the heavens. The three great sages rushed towards Yang Ping, the tiger aimed one bite at Yang Ping's neck, the Gorilla punched Yang Ping's lower abdomen, while the spear was aimed at the space between his eyebrows.

The three Saints unleashed their full power, not holding back in the slightest, wanting to kill Qin Wentian with a single strike.

Yang Ping watched the world drunk.

The world was turning upside down.

All things were turned upside down.

His eyes flashed, and the scene before him turned into an illusion. Two balls of golden flames jumped out of his eyes, and with a hong sound, they turned into a wall. The tiger was blocked by the fire wall, its body was burning, and it released miserable wails. The Gorilla was even more miserable, its fist was burnt to ashes by the fire wall, its entire arm was crippled. Before the spear had arrived, it had already been burnt to a crisp by the flames.

One strike.

Defeating the enemy with one move.

But this was not a competition, but a life and death battle. The three Saints remained expressionless and continued to attack. Even if the origin dao fruit was broken, they would still kill Yang Ping.

Yang Ping felt a chill in her heart.

Becoming a Saint was simply too difficult. Refining a Saint was even scarier. Being able to send out three Saints at once, the power backing them was even scarier. Yang Ping let out a cold snort. The flame wall suddenly exploded, turning into three streams of light, and pierced through the foreheads of the three people.

Time stood still.

Yang Ping coughed, her head getting more dizzy. When she walked, it was bumpy, as though she would fall to the ground at any moment, but she still insisted on leaving. Although he did not know if there were any experts ambushing him from the shadows, he was not afraid at all.

Three of the Sacred Grounds had their souls destroyed.

As Yang Ping left the street, she felt her eyelids growing heavier and heavier, and she almost fell asleep.2

He unknowingly came to a familiar district.

Yang Ping supported herself at the door and walked in, behind him came the shouts of the security guards, but as her vision blurred, the security guards felt their entire bodies turning cold, and there were no traces of Yang Ping anywhere.

Ding dong.

Mu Zihan had just coaxed Xuan Xuan to sleep, so she sat in front of the dressing table. Looking at her beautiful face in the mirror, she gently caressed it, sighing in her heart as she thought to herself, After all, she's much older than him. Moreover, there were so many women around him. All of them were outstanding and beautiful, but she only had a little bit of beauty. Compared to them, she wasn't worth mentioning.

The more she felt it was desolate, the more Mu Zihan felt guilty. There was no turning back in life, and choosing wrong would come at a price. She had never thought that if she hadn't been married, would he have chosen her, because Xuan Xuan was the best gift that the heavens had ever given her.

With Xuan Xuan, what more could she ask for?

Blame it on the fact that the two of them were fated to be together.

Mu Zihan got up and was about to take a bath when she heard the doorbell. Who was it this late? Looking through the Cat's Eye, and seeing that it was the face that she had been yearning for so long, Mu Zihan's heart rate sped up. Her pretty face flushed red as she thought to herself, It's already so late, why did he come to find me?

After organizing her thoughts, Mu Zihan opened the door, and her entire body fell into her embrace. With a startled cry, Mu Zihan immediately asked: "Yang Ping, what's wrong?"

Yang Ping did not answer because she was sleeping soundly.

Mu Zihan did not complain. Instead, she supported Yang Ping into the living room with much effort and laid on the sofa. She poured herself a cup of boiling water and wanted to feed it, but Yang Ping was too dead asleep and could not open her mouth. The weather was hot, and the living room's temperature was slightly high. Mu Zihan was afraid that Yang Ping would feel uncomfortable while sleeping, so he helped him to get on her bed.

After taking off her clothes, getting rid of her slippers and getting everything ready, Mu Zihan heaved a sigh of relief. At this point in time, she was already drenched in sweat as she said: "This sworn enemy, why are you getting drunk so late at night?" Then, she thought about it again. Could it be that he was in a bad mood?

Sighing lightly, her gaze bitterly swept over them, and Mu Zihan went to take a bath.

After showering, Mu Zihan came to his room in her pajamas. She wanted to sleep in one room and as she and Xuan Xuan squeezed together, she wanted to close the door, but as she stood at the door, she started to feel troubled. Leaving Yang Ping in his room, if she kicked the blanket, would she catch a cold?

Mu Zihan walked to the bedside and covered Yang Ping with the blanket again. After screaming for a few times and moving around a little, she realized that Yang Ping had slept too deeply, even if the sky had fallen, she would not wake up.

She sat on the side of the bed and looked at Yang Ping's face.

Mu Zihan couldn't help but reach out to touch Yang Ping's face, but her delicate hand was frozen in midair. Her charming face was flushed red, and she thought to herself, could this be considered as molesting?

If he suddenly wakes up and sees me...

He'll think I'm shameless.

Mu Zihan did not dare think about it, and hesitantly retracted her hand. There were several times where she could not resist the love in her heart, which finally landed on his face.

His face was so smooth and delicate, even more comfortable than a girl's. Between his thick eyebrows, his eyebrows were tightly knitted, as if he had something on his mind. The softest part of Mu Zihan's heart had been touched, and he had the urge to tightly hug her.

"Since he won't wake up, I'll just hug him for a while."

Mu Zihan's heartbeat sped up, as if she was stealing something, stealing someone else's most precious gift. She lifted off the blanket and laid beside Yang Ping, resting her head on's chest, sensing a warm breath.

He heaved a sigh of relief.

Mu Zihan felt incomparably blessed.

She had never thought that she would have such a shameless moment, but a voice in her heart told her that if she missed this chance, she might never be able to do so again. Thus, by some strange coincidence, Mu Zihan pressed her face close to Yang Ping's chest and closed her eyes.

Knock

Mu Zihan almost jumped up from the ground.

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