Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

Yan Qingning is already very familiar with the dizziness caused by time and space travel.

He shook his head and was about to see what the current situation was, when he realized that his eyes had become dark and he couldn't see anything at all.

【noob! ] He gritted his teeth viciously toward the space of consciousness.

Xiaobai was so frightened by him that he didn't care whether he was right or wrong. He reflexively hugged his tail and admitted his mistake: [Host, dear, I was wrong! 】

Yan Qingning put her forehead on the throbbing veins and resisted the urge to curse: "Tell me, why am I blind?" ! 】

Xiaobai was confused by what he said, and quickly mobilized information to see Yan Qingning's identity in this small world.

[Host, your identity in this world is the Red Platycodon Flower Spirit, you are not blind. 】

Listening to Xiaobai's explanation, Yan Qingning reluctantly regained his composure, frowned and asked him: "Then why can't I see anything now?" 】

[Host is great, this flower hasn’t bloomed yet. ] Xiaobai realized that Yan Qingning might not understand what he said, so he added: [In other words, you have not been born in this world yet. 】

Yan Qingning: [……]

Before he could scold Xiao Bai, a faint light leaked from the closed skylight above his head, allowing him to barely see his surroundings.

According to his understanding, the environment he is currently in should be inside a giant flower bud.

Yan Qingning walked to the side and poked the inner wall of the flower bud with his hand. The soft touch from his fingers made him more and more sure of his guess.

The flower seemed to be blooming, and the crack on Yan Qingning's head was widening, so that the place where he was was illuminated by the light from the outside.

Because of this, Yan Qingning realized that he didn't even have a piece of cloth on his body.

He asked Xiaobai with a smile: "I will only give you one chance to explain." 】

Xiaobai covered his face with his paws in the corner of his consciousness space and replied desperately: [Host, please don't ask me, I don't know!I really don't know anything! 】

His big tail swung desperately, as if he was thinking about the content of the reply, and then he raised his big tail and said to Yan Qingning: [Host, I think this should be the bad taste of the Lord Judge! 】

[He must like to see you like this, that’s why he lets you appear in front of him like this! 】

【It must be like this! 】

The more Xiaobai talked, the closer he felt that he was getting closer to the truth, and he raised his tail higher.

The petals covering the top of the head have almost gone down, and the strong smell of alcohol and blood can be heard through the platycodon petals.

Yan Qingning frowned, walked to the edge and opened the petals of the platycodon flower with her hands, ready to see what was going on outside.

I don't know if it's because he has just arrived in this world and is not used to it, but he always feels that his perspective in this world has become particularly strange.

Especially when he saw the huge broken wine jar outside, the strange feeling in his heart became more and more obvious.

This weird feeling lasted until he saw the enlarged version of Jiang Zhuo'an and reached his peak.

Yan Qingning looked at the drunkard lying on the ground with wide eyes, exuding a decadent temperament, and couldn't connect him with the gentle breeze and moonlight god in his family.

The man smelled heavily of alcohol, and his black hair was spread randomly underneath him. His eyes were slightly squinted due to drunkenness, and his face was too pale.

After breaking off the petals, the strong smell of blood became more and more obvious. Yan Qingning frowned and looked towards the source of the blood smell based on his ability to sense the smell of blood.

What caught the eye was Jiang Zhuoan's bloody wrist.

He used his own blood as nourishment just to support a bright red Platycodon flower...

Yan Qingning became anxious as soon as he saw it. He didn't pay attention to his current abilities and walked towards Jiang Zhuoan's direction purely out of instinct.

The space inside the platycodon flower was small, and before he could take a few steps, he fell heavily from the edge of the flower.

From his perspective, he was still quite far away from the ground.

Yan Qingning closed his eyes, preparing to face the price of close contact with the earth.

The expected pain did not come, and his whole body fell into a warm palm.

The man treated him like a fragile porcelain doll. He didn't dare to exert any force, but only dared to hold it carefully.

Yan Qingning climbed up in his hand, looking at Jiang Zhuo'an, who was a huge figure to him, and twitched the corner of his mouth in a rare and incomprehensible manner.

No matter how big the difference in body shape is...

Don't use such a bad method...

Jiang Zhuoan's deep eyes were half-squinted, and it was hard to tell whether he was drunk or awake.

He stared at Yan Qingning in his palm, even breathing deliberately slowed down, for fear of hurting Yan Qingning.

Yan Qingning looked at his attire, roughly figured out who he was, and took the initiative to raise his hand to greet him: "Master, I'm back!"

Probably not expecting him to speak on his own initiative, Jiang Zhuoan's body froze at this moment.

After a long time, he sighed softly and said to Yan Qingning in a warm voice: "It will be nice if Aning comes back..."

Those half-closed deep eyes didn't look like he was awake, but he looked sober except for the heavy smell of alcohol on his body.

Yan Qingning stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes, and found that his deep eyes were unfocused, and he was obviously still drunk.

Jiang Zhuoan seemed to have some weak consciousness. He held the small Yan Qingning and told him: "Aning, don't love me, you have to live..."

"I don't deserve your love, I don't deserve..."

He seemed to be immersed in his own dream, talking to Yan Qingning verbosely, and then cried pitifully.

Yan Qingning looked distressed, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to help him wipe away his tears, but then she remembered that she could only roll in the palm of others' hands.

He was so angry that his face bulged into a ball. He pointed at the bloody wound on Jiang Zhuoan's wrist and reminded him: "Jiang Zhuoan, go take care of the wound!"

The alcohol numbed his nerves, so that his reaction speed was much slower.

Listening to Yan Qingning's words, he nodded obediently completely subconsciously, but had no intention of bandaging the wound.

Yan Qingning was furious, but had no better way to remind him. He held Jiang Zhuoan's finger and bit it hard.

The sudden faint pain on his fingertips made Jiang Zhuo'an barely wake up from his drunkenness. He blinked drowsily and looked at the palm of his hand.

An exquisite little man sat arrogantly on his palms with his hands on his hips, barely covered by the petals of a red Platycodon flower.

Jiang Zhuo'an rubbed his eyes, not sure whether his existence was real. He opened his mouth and asked him hoarsely: "A Ning, are you... back?"