3370: C3370 Shameless

C3370 Shameless

Yang Ping's body swayed unsteadily. In the dark night, he staggered and 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 felt a chill in his heart. The problem lay in Tao Chengxi's glass of wine. The poison wasn't terrifying, but it was the human heart. Unexpectedly, he was betrayed in the end. Yang Ping bitterly smiled in his heart. He originally thought that they would at least maintain an ordinary relationship, but who would have thought that he would be stabbed 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 possessed such a terrifying alcohol power. It would be fine even if one only drank a hundred degrees of industrial alcohol, 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 goblet of wine had been brewing for too long. Just opening it was enough to make any living being within ten kilometers drunk. However, after special treatment, it was very difficult to open it.

Instantly, Yang Ping thought of many things.

The Dragon City Will would definitely not be so powerful, unless …

Yang Ping's heart sank and his eyes started to blur.

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 saints who were not afraid of death, experts of Great Saint Stage, to kill Yang Ping who drank, it could be seen that the other party was taking him seriously.

Yang Ping burst into laughter. He stopped walking and looked at the world quietly. The world had become unusually cold as he looked at the world with drunk eyes. He shook his head and sighed.

Those people probably thought that his strength was stuck at the time of Dao Zun's duel.

The three of them struck out.

One was a fierce tiger that could bite through a green mountain, one was a Gorilla that could punch its chest, heaven and earth shook. The other was a long spear that could pierce through the heavens, the three great sages rushed towards Yang Ping, the tiger bit on Yang Ping's neck, the Gorilla punched Yang Ping's lower abdomen, and the spear pierced through 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 looked at the world drunkenly.

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 as they continued their attacks. Even if the origin dao fruit was broken, they still had to kill Yang Ping.

Yang Ping felt a chill in his 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 fire wall suddenly exploded, turning into three streams of light and pierced through the foreheads of the three people.

Time stood still.

Yang Ping coughed. His head felt dizzy and he started to stagger as he walked. He could fall to the ground at any time, but he 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, he felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. He was about to fall asleep.2

He unknowingly came to a familiar district.

Yang Ping held the door and walked in. Behind him, there was the sound of a security guard shouting. However, the scene in front of him blurred and the security guard felt cold all over, leaving no trace of Yang Ping.

Ding dong.

Mu Zihan had just coaxed Xuan Xuan to sleep. She sat in front of the dressing table and looked at the mirror as she gently caressed her face. She sighed in her heart and 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 he only had a little bit of beauty. Compared to them, he wasn't worth mentioning.

Feeling even more desolated, Mu Zihan felt guilty and conflicted before calming down. There was no turning back in life, and choosing wrong would come at a price. She had never thought that if he had not been married, would he have chosen her, because Xuan Xuan was the best gift that the heavens had given her.

With Xuan Xuan, what else could he 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 ring. She wondered who it was this late at night. Looking through the peephole and seeing that it was the face she had been longing for, Mu Zihan's heartbeat quickened. Her pretty face turned red as she thought to herself, It's already so late. Why did he come to find me?

Mu Zihan gathered her thoughts and opened the door. Yang Ping fell into her arms. With a cry of surprise, Mu Zihan asked, "Yang Ping, what's wrong?"

Yang Ping didn't answer because he was sleeping soundly.

Mu Zihan didn't complain. She tried her best to help Yang Ping to the living room and lay on the sofa. She poured a glass of boiling water to feed him, but Yang Ping was too asleep to open his mouth. The weather was hot and the living room was a little hot. Mu Zihan was afraid that Yang Ping wouldn't feel well after sleeping, so she helped him up to her bed.

After taking off her clothes, taking off her slippers, Mu Zihan took a deep breath and said, "What's the point of getting drunk in the middle of the night, my nemesis?" Then, he thought about it again. Could it be that he was in a bad mood?

Sighing lightly, Mu Zihan glanced at him with hidden bitterness before she went to take a bath.

After showering, Mu Zihan came to his room in her pajamas. She wanted to let him sleep in one room by himself so she and Xuan Xuan would squeeze together and close the door. He left Yang Ping in the room, what if he kicked the blanket to catch a cold?

Mu Zihan walked to the bed and covered Yang Ping with the quilt again. After a few screams and a few movements, she found that Yang Ping was too sleepy to wake him up even if the sky collapsed.

She sat at the head of the bed and looked at Yang Ping's face. Her eyes were soft and filled with deep emotion.

Staring, staring, her gaze gradually turned silly. Mu Zihan couldn't help but reach out to touch Yang Ping's face, but her slender hands were frozen in the air. Her face was flushed red as she thought to herself, "Am I considered to be harassing him?"

If he suddenly wakes up and sees me.

He'll think I'm shameless.

Mu Zihan did not dare to think further as she retracted her hand hesitantly. After so many times, she could not hold back the love in her heart. Finally, it landed on his face. She heaved a sigh of relief, feeling that the whole world was satisfied.

His face was smooth and exquisite, more comfortable than a girl's. In the middle of his thick eyebrows, his brows were tightly knitted, as if he had something on his mind. Mu Zihan's softest part of her heart was touched, and she had the urge to hug him tightly.

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

Mu Zihan's heartbeat quickened as if she was stealing something, stealing someone else's most precious gift. She lifted up the quilt and lay beside Yang Ping. She rested her head on Yang Ping's chest and felt a warm breath.

He heaved a sigh of relief.

Mu Zihan felt incomparably blissful.

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 against Yang Ping's chest and closed her eyes.

Knock

Mu Zihan almost jumped up with a whoosh.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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