I'm his wife, how come I don't know?

Chapter 16: Forbidden Land Drunkenness

The forbidden area of Longyin Immortal Mansion.

Here, the wind is as sharp as a knife, the temperature is below zero all year round, and it is covered with thick snow all year round, as if even time has stopped here.

The harsh environment made this place an exclusive place for the three peaks’ direct disciples of Longyin Immortal Mansion to be punished.

Ordinary disciples, no matter how talented they are, will find it difficult to withstand the temperature and environment here.

In this harsh forbidden area, Jiang Chu had to hide in a small cave opened up by previous punished disciples.

He lit up some sacred bamboo, trying to use the faint flames and warmth to resist the coldness all around him.

However, even the flames of the spiritual bamboo seemed unable to dispel the biting cold.

"Sniff—" Jiang Chu sniffed and shivered, as if even his bones were frozen.

His voice was filled with helplessness and self-mockery: "It's true that I am your direct disciple, but is my strength really enough to withstand this cold?"

Rummaging in the mustard bag, Jiang Chu found three bottles of spirit wine in the corner.

These spiritual wines are all nourishing and warming, and can keep your body in a warm state.

He had no choice but to drink it sip by sip, as if every drop of wine could take away a bit of the cold.

The spirit wine tastes sweet at first, without any spicy feeling. It goes straight into the stomach after entering the throat, burning the whole body with warmth, as if even the soul is warmed.

Jiang Chu accidentally drank too much and his vision began to become blurry.

The world before his eyes began to distort, as if there was an extra figure.

The figure was tall and sturdy, as if he could withstand the raging gale.

Jiang Chu stood up unsteadily and walked towards the figure with staggering steps.

Si Ling suppressed the Soul Sacrifice Banner and made it run wild, and was randomly teleported to a place again.

Just as his brows were slightly frowned by the biting cold wind, he saw a figure tremblingly walking towards him.

Jiang Chu tightly grasped the man's arm, and the strong fruity smell of spirit wine hit him in the face, bringing with it a feeling of drunkenness and warmth.

The moment their skin touched, Si Ling instinctively rejected the cold touch.

He swung his arms and shook Jiang Chu's hands away.

He did not use any spiritual power, it was just a subconscious reaction when being touched.

But because Jiang Chu was drunk and his balance was unstable, he slipped and fell into the cave.

"Well, it hurts..."

Jiang Chu groaned, and his voice and the sound of the wind echoed in the cave.

Si Ling was silent. He didn’t use any spiritual power at all. Was he trying to scam me?

Jiang Chu's eyes were red from the pain, a countdown was flashing before his eyes, and the smell of alcohol made his eyes blurry.

He did not get up, as if he had lost all his strength at that moment, and it seemed that the castle that was holding up at that moment had cracks.

Seeing that he couldn't get up for a long time and his body was twitching slightly, Si Ling's eyes were gloomy.

Si Ling frowned, walked forward and squatted in front of him, hesitating whether to help Jiang Chu.

But when he got closer.

Si Ling was stunned. He had never seen Jiang Chu so vulnerable.

The person lying on the ground is not crying, but silently releasing the pain in his heart.

The tiny sobs were almost drowned out by the sharp wind.

Jiang Chu's time travel was inexplicable, and the countdown to his death was ruthless and cruel.

The disappointment of his master and the indifference of his fellow practitioners made him feel lonely and helpless.

This task is too difficult. He can't save himself, nor can he save everyone.

The most important thing is that I can’t go back home, and I can’t fulfill the promise with my brother - to go to the same university.

All the negative emotions weighing on my heart were detonated at this moment.

"……sorry."

His voice broke, and he sobbed along with the wind and snow.

A tear rolled down the corner of his eye, and Jiang Chu gripped the cold ground tightly.

"……sorry."

He choked again and said this in a low voice, his voice low and desperate.

If Si Ling hadn't been so close to him, he wouldn't have been able to hear it clearly.

Jiang Chu likes to bite his lips when he is sad. It is his subconscious action.

He looked at Jiang Chu's bitten lower lip, which turned from white to red and finally bled.

The blood drops fell on the snow, as bright as plum blossoms.

The person who was originally as lively as an elf now looked pale with traces of tears and looked ashen.

Si Ling's heart was touched at this moment.

"Stop biting."

Si Ling couldn't help but reach out and pull the man up from the ground.

Jiang Chu seemed immersed in his own sorrow, unable to extricate himself.

Blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, staining his chin red.

Si Ling pinched his cheeks and forced him to let go.

The cold and soft touch made him withdraw his hand as if struck by lightning.

It was obvious that his body did not reject Jiang Chu.

Si Ling's already irritable mood became even more irritable, and his voice became a little colder, with a hint of sarcasm:

"Why are you crying, man? Is it necessary just for a Li Xiu?"

Jiang Chu sat up and leaned against the cold stone wall of the cave.

He couldn't see the person in front of him clearly, but he heard the name of 'Li Xiu', the source of Jiang Chu's misfortune.

He became excited as if he was stimulated: "No, I have nothing to do with him. I don't like him."

The eye circles were even redder against the porcelain white face, and the tears in the eye circles were still rolling stubbornly.

I don’t know why, but after Jiang Chu finished speaking, Si Ling’s originally irritable heart was suddenly calmed down a little.

Si Ling looked at him deeply: "...I'll pull you up."

Jiang Chu was dazed and only saw a slender hand with distinct joints, which looked like his brother's.

He missed his brother so much.

He placed his hand on it carefully, and with a burst of force, he stood up suddenly.

But the spirit wine in his body made his calves weak and he couldn't stand.

He jumped right into her arms.

The embrace was very warm, with a faint, unknown, cold fragrance.

Jiang Chu's tears, which had been suppressed, burst out like a flood and could no longer be contained.

The person in his arms was crying. Sensing Si Ling's body stiffening, he raised his hands.

He hated this kind of intimate contact the most. Any living thing that dared to touch him would be thrown out at best, or even killed at worst. That was the body's subconscious reaction.

But Si Ling didn't know why his body didn't reject Jiang Chu.

The man in her arms cried helplessly, his body, which was much thinner than hers, trembled slightly, and he choked and sobbed.

There was no sound for a long time, and I didn't know if he had cried enough.

Si Ling called out tentatively, "Jiang Chu?"

no respond.

Suddenly the person in his arms slipped down, and he raised his hands and hugged him subconsciously.

The person in my arms has fallen asleep.

There were still tears hanging on her long curly eyelashes like black butterflies, her eyes were slightly red, and the blood on her lips had dried.

The porcelain-white face is made even redder by the blood-red lips.

Si Ling's eyes were fixed on his lips, which looked like snow-covered plum blossoms, and his color deepened.

The wind is howling and the snow is still falling in the forbidden area.

Si Ling picked the person up.