It's not good! All the male protagonists are in love with me

Tu Shanwei gritted his teeth: "Is this what you think about every day?"

Lan Qingya rolled her eyes: "Is it not okay to ask out of curiosity?"

She said to herself, "It should be both male and female, it all depends on what it likes and dislikes. I hope it's a girl, so cute and soft, it would be nice to have it around."

Following the route on the map, they traveled deeper into the ownerless land for more than three months and had only covered two-thirds of the distance.

On this day, Lan Qingya had nothing to do, so she went out for a drink with Tu Shan Weiying.

Fu Feng said that one of them must be sober and refused to drink.

They were in high spirits and were talking about a type of martial arts called drunken boxing.

"It is to imitate the staggering posture of a drunkard. It looks relaxed and casual, but it has specific techniques, steps and body movements. The key is to look drunk but not intoxicated."

Lan Qingya spoke of this like a treasure: "In short, it is beautiful and practical."

Ying Zhao snorted, "In the face of absolute strength, these are just fancy words."

Lan Qingya rolled her eyes at him and said, "I'm just practicing boxing to cultivate my sentiments when I have nothing to do. It's all about elegance and ingenuity. What does that have to do with fighting?"

In a fight of their level, any move would be useless if it couldn't defeat the enemy immediately.

Ying Zhao curled his lips: "Then it's useless."

Lan Qingya: ...

Tu Shanwei suddenly had an idea and frowned in disapproval: "What do you know, a divine beast? Cultivate your perception of beauty and elegance."

Lan Qingya immediately praised: "That's right!"

Ying Zhao was dissatisfied: "You are not a divine beast?"

Tu Shanwei raised the corner of his lips, but did not accept the challenge: "I just think this boxing style sounds very interesting."

Lan Qingya's face flushed from drinking. She looked at Ying Zhao unconvincedly: "That's right!"

Ying Zhao looked at her innocent look, and his heart softened immediately, with a slight blush on his face: "Well, if you say so, then so be it."

Tu Shanwei: No principles. Why don't you insist? Your insistence will only make me look more sensible.

He turned to Lan Qingya and said, "Hey, Qingqing, how about you show me a trick?"

Lan Qingya: "What's the point of playing alone?"

She squinted her eyes, her gaze blurred, and curved her eyes as she looked at Ying Zhao: "Come and fight with me."

Seeing her like this, he couldn't refuse at all.

So the four of them walked to the open space outside the small building, and Tu Shanwei and Fu Feng stood at the door and watched.

Lan Qingya's eyes flickered, and she hooked her finger at Ying Zhao: "Come on."

The agreement was that we couldn't use spiritual power, and could only exchange fighting moves.

Ying Zhao raised his hand to hold her shoulders.

Lan Qingya seemed to be drunk, and she leaned to the side unsteadily, just avoiding his hand that was trying to grab her.

Ying Zhao was startled, then adjusted his posture and tried to grab it again.

Lan Qingya's drunken steps seemed unstable, and her graceful body swayed, but she was never caught by him once.

Tu Shanwei appreciated the meaning of this, and his eyes lit up: "Interesting."

Fu Feng saw that although her posture was graceful, she always stumbled dangerously, and couldn't help but worry: "Be careful!"

Lan Qingya's cheeks were red, like peach blossoms in spring, and she chanted a poem to the two people watching the fight: "The spring breeze blows the willows softly but firmly, and the footwork is as steady as a stake."

As she spoke, she pushed hard with her feet, and took advantage of Ying Zhao's close approach to hit him in the chest.

This blow was soft yet strong, forcing Ying Zhao to retreat several steps.

"As if drunk but not drunk, he is unrestrained, and the yin and yang and the eight trigrams are a match for the couple."

Ying Zhao sneered: "It's just fancy moves."

Lan Qingya was not annoyed: "It's just for fun, as long as it looks good and fun."

Tu Shanwei found it interesting and couldn't help itching to try: "Qingqing, I want to try it too."

Lan Qingya raised her eyebrows: "Come on!"

As they were talking, the two of them started to fight.

Just when they were having fun, they suddenly stopped at the same time and looked towards a distance.

"There are energy fluctuations there." Tu Shanwei frowned, "It seems to be a battle at the level of the Demon King."

Ying Zhao nodded: "Yes, it's the Demon King."

Lan Qingya used her spiritual power to dispel the drunkenness, and her eyes gradually became clear again.

"Let's quietly move over to watch the fun. In case they are fighting over some rare treasures, we might be able to find a bargain."

Tu Shanwei took the small building away, and the four of them flew silently towards the direction of the battle.

Hiding in a bush, Lan Qingya's eyes were fixed on the battle between the two sides not far away.

"It's a group of gray wolf boys besieging a beautiful woman." She concluded.

Tu Shanwei didn't understand: "A great beauty? Not really."

In his eyes, the only beauty is Lan Qingya.

The latter glanced at him: What's that look?

The beauty was dressed in white, with a hint of domineering air between her eyebrows. Although her facial features were not top-notch, they were still beautiful and attractive.

The embroidered hibiscus is covered with fallen flowers.

The main advantage lies in his calm and fierce temperament.

A strong one at first glance.

Beauty lies in the bones, not in the skin. Lan Qingya felt that the majestic aura of a superior in her was very attractive.

Behind her, with her back to back, was a young man whose features looked somewhat familiar.

Lan Qingya looked at it again in confusion. It looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where it was for a moment.

Surrounding them were a dozen or so Gray Wolf boys, staring at the woman with malicious eyes.

Ying Zhao was disinterested: "There are no natural resources or treasures, let's go."

Tu Shanwei didn't want to meddle in other people's business: "I think it's okay."

Lan Qingya was also a little disappointed: "Let's go, hurry up."

The four were about to leave when they heard someone behind them say, "Are you Chunhua, the Saintess of the Golden Tiger Clan?"

The woman pursed her lips and said, "I am Pei Qiuyue, and my brother is Chunhua."

The young man behind her immediately said in dissatisfaction: "Sister, didn't I tell you not to call me by my name in front of outsiders?"

Golden Tiger Tribe? Lan Qingya pulled Tu Shanwei and Ying Zhao, and they squatted back down.

The man headed by the Gray Wolf Clan laughed: "So the Saint is Qiuyue!"

He looked at the young man with some sneer and said, "You are a grown man, and your name is Pei Chunhua?"

Pei Chunhua's face darkened: "What does it have to do with you?"

The Gray Wolf Clan man raised his eyebrows: "Only two of you came out to experience this? Are you really not afraid of death?"

Pei Qiuyue said coldly: "We Tigers have always been solitary. It's just a training. My brother and I are enough."

"Unlike you Gray Wolves, who like to form cliques, isn't it because one of them is too useless?"

The face of the Gray Wolf man suddenly became fierce: "How do you understand the power of banding together? Do you know why we stopped you?"

Pei Qiuyue: "Does a wolf need a reason to bite people randomly?"

Lan Qingya said softly: "If she wasn't the Saint of the Golden Tiger Tribe, I really want to give her a thumbs up."

This woman has a temper to her.

"Because you, the Golden Tiger Clan, expelled my brother Pei Jinhu from the clan."

"I want to vent my anger for him."

Lan Qingya widened her eyes in surprise and looked at the three of them.

The Golden Tiger was kicked out of the family? Why?

Pei Qiuyue sneered and said, "That kind of scum also has brothers, how ridiculous. Birds of a feather flock together, how good can you be?"