Junior brother is full of malice towards me

The fine flowers fall with the wind, the fragrance is faint, the wine is fragrant, and the sunset is warm.

The three sat on the ground, and the clear aroma of wine permeated the air, making it even more intoxicating.

The dejected man in Tsing Yi was in a trance, as if recalling some long-term memory, the other two didn't bother him, and let the fragrance permeate and the flowers flutter.

"The fermented wine from the devil world..." Yin She's voice was slightly hoarse, but the gentle nostalgia was very clear.

He glanced at Ning Qingyuan, then at Su Shaoyan, his eyes darkened slightly, and he condensed a cold light: "You are a demon cultivator."

There was no killing intent in that tone, but it was not friendly either.

"Yes, he is a demon cultivator." Su Shaoyan responded unhurriedly, raised his sleeves slightly, grabbed a wine jar and threw it towards Yin She, regardless of whether the other party caught it or not, he went straight to take another jar , hugged in his arms.

He didn't drink, just hugged like that, but Ning Qingyuan who was on the side instantly felt better.

It can also be seen from the aroma of the wine that among the three jars of wine, the one with the shortest time, which can almost be counted as the one that Ning Qingyuan brewed in the past few days, was thrown to Yin She.

But the remaining two jars of wine with deep meanings that he really brewed with his heart were in his arms and that of the junior brother respectively.

This division was very deliberate, but Yin She didn't care about it.

Almost in a daze for a moment, he picked up the wine and poured it into his mouth, as if he was remembering something, or venting something, the crystal liquid slipped down his neck and into his collar, but he didn't seem to feel it at all .

If you look carefully, you can also find the reddish eye sockets and the backlog of various emotions in the fundus of his eyes.

He didn't see Jun Xiao.

That's why it's so sad.

He said he didn't see him, but he didn't think so in his heart.

"The demon lord went that day." Maybe it was because his mood suddenly improved, maybe it was because he didn't want his junior brother to think of this light bulb again, or maybe it was because of other reasons, Ning Qingyuan finally opened his mouth.

Even if the sound is very soft, it is so light that it is not clear if you don't listen carefully.

As soon as he said this, Yin She, who was drinking alcohol, suddenly choked and looked over anxiously, unable to hide the surprise in his eyes.

"He was there that day and saw you, but he couldn't show up." Ning Qingyuan said unhurriedly, but he deliberately used the inability instead of unwillingness.

Seeing Yin She's sudden change of expression, Ning Qingyuan slightly hooked the corners of his mouth but let the other party no matter how anxious he was, he would not speak again.

Su Shaoyan, who was quietly watching all this from the side, also noticed that Ning Qingyuan was in a bad mood, glanced at the unfamiliar Yin She, and decisively chose to stand by Ning Qingyuan's side, no matter what expression this legendary figure made, Just don't say a word.

This wine was deliberately improved for Su Shaoyan, who is not good at drinking, with a little less wine smell and a little more fruity aroma. Ning Qingyuan held it in his hand and shook it gently, watching some sediment float up and sink, and finally Just picked it up and took a sip.

As for Yin She who broke out as if suddenly awakened...

Who cares?

Ning Qingyuan supported his head and looked at his junior brother carrying the jar, then raised his head and took a sip.

The man's black hair is like a waterfall, his movements are chic but somewhat serious, it can be seen that he seldom drinks alcohol, and his movements that should be free and easy are more abruptly elegant.

Even though a jar of fruit wine was drained quickly, Su Shaoyan's mouth was not stained at all, as if he was drinking clear tea, savoring it carefully without revealing anything.

However, if you look closely, you can find a layer of slight ripples in the eyes, as if covered with water mist.

It was exactly what he looked like after being drunk that day.

Ning Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, unable to tell if he had expected such a situation long ago, but the next moment, he stretched out his hand and supported someone who was a little confused.

I don't know when the sun goes down the mountain.

Yin She never came back, and Ning Qingyuan also drank Yin She's stock from the first pot of specially brewed wine.

The wine is getting hotter and hotter, but it gradually brings a different kind of warmth.

Su Shaoyan didn't make a sound, and imitated his movements, holding the wine jar and drinking it in one gulp, as if he didn't notice the difference in the quality of the wine before and after, and he didn't seem to notice what he drank at all, just mechanically follow.

It seems that since seeing Yin She, this wine tasting has lost something and gained something else.

It wasn't until the bottom of the last jar that Ning Qingyuan smiled, and didn't destroy the corpses, just let them lie on the ground.

At this time, the number of people outside has gradually decreased, and the sky has gradually become dark.

"Let's go." Ning Qingyuan got up and patted the grass clippings on his body, but he didn't get up immediately, but half bent down, looking at the man who was still clinging to the empty altar.

Su Shaoyan stared at him in a daze, and then glanced at the wine jar. Although he heard his words at the first moment, he still couldn't recover.

As if trying to cover up something, Ning Qingyuan coughed lightly twice, stretched out his hands and pulled them together: "There is really nothing I can do about you."

The night light was dotted, reflecting on the two drunkards who supported each other and moved forward, inexplicably adding a bit of coolness.

"It's so late before I know it."

"Um……"

"There are a lot of stars today, and tomorrow will probably be a good weather."

"Um……"

"I haven't heard what you said about the Tianxuanzong, please tell me tomorrow."

"Ah."

"Are you sleepy, shall we go back to the room?"

"Ah."

"It's so late, I won't go back to my room."

"Ah."

……

"Ok?"

Looking at the junior brother who was barely awake for a while, but fell into confusion again, Ning Qingyuan only thought it was funny, but he didn't have the slightest intention to move.

He fetched water, tied the door, even took off his outer shirt, and wiped it for the stunned junior brother.

The moment the warm wet towel touched his body, Su Shaoyan let out a comfortable hum, and his mind seemed to be a little clearer because of it.

His eyes were condensed, and he seemed a little troubled, and it took him a long time to think of the most familiar person from the blurred outline in front of him.

"Big Brother?"

"Ok?"

"Big Brother..."

"Speak less?"

"I like it..." The man who seemed to have not fully recovered from his drunkenness lowered his head slightly and leaned half on the person beside him, showing a bit of weakness that he didn't usually have. He opened his mouth slowly, with a little Ning Qingyuan was a little dizzy from the smell of alcohol, and couldn't hear clearly, "Eldest brother."

I don't know whether it is the aroma of the wine or the meaning of the words, but it gradually brings a touch of sweetness.

Su Shaoyan, who seemed to say that it was not enough, frowned, stood up suddenly before Ning Qingyuan could react, and bumped into him without hesitation.

It was another kiss of lips and teeth, and another time Su Shaoyan took the initiative.

But it didn't have the charming and warm feeling last time, but it was a little more enthusiastic.

Ning Qingyuan looked at those eyes with water vapor, always felt that he couldn't see clearly.

That trace of extremely complicated emotions disappeared in a flash, making him unable to figure out whether it was his illusion or something real.

The smell of wine is sweet, rushing into the mouth through the slight softness, bringing a hint of drunkenness.

The undisguised familiarity in the movements made Ning Qingyuan dim his eyes.

He took a slight step back, ending this brief charm.

Instead, he helped him onto the bed and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

"Sleep. Sweet dreams."

At first there were some grunts of reluctance, but later on there was only the sound of calm and steady breathing.

Ning Qingyuan sat on the side of the bed, letting the slightly bitter medicinal fragrance envelope his whole body.

His right hand was lightly holding on to Su Shaoyan's hand, while his left hand was slightly stroking the top of Su Shaoyan's head with the light unique to the formation.

If you don't look at the light spot hidden in Su Shaoyan's mind, you may think that he is simply stroking the other person's head.

"Today is the last day."

Seemingly sure that the person on the bed had already slept peacefully, Ning Qingyuan opened his mouth, his voice was soft, as if he was speaking to himself, but there was a hint of helplessness.

Obviously everything should be done, but he didn't feel the slightest bit of happiness. Instead, he had a faint feeling.

It seems that soon, he will lose it all.

But where does this strange feeling come from?

Ning Qingyuan thought about it, but suddenly lost sleepiness.

Looking at the eyes of the man on the bed, it was gentle and affectionate, complicated and worried.

What is he losing.

However, there is no way of knowing.

The long night is long and thought-provoking.

When the first ray of sunlight shines into the house in the morning, the room is brightened.

No matter how much Ning Qingyuan wanted to wait for his junior brother to wake up, he still had to obey the highest order in Tianxuan Sect.

metropolitan.

This is a legend that only hears its name but does not see its person.

Compared to Yin She, the most talented elder disciple of the Tianxuan Sect, Su Yu, the supreme elder of the Tianxuan Sect, and Suxi, the genius of the Tianxuan Sect's formation method.

This so-called suzerain is more like a symbol, being called by others, but not known by others.

But it was such a person who paid attention to him.

Ning Qingyuan frowned, he was worried.

He was worried about whether his junior brother would feel bad after a hangover, and he would not drink Yin She's stock in the end if he knew it earlier; he was worried that his junior brother would be unhappy without the food he specially brought.

He is more worried...

When he sees the so-called Suzerain later, will he lose his temper and run away to find Su Shaoyan?

"Martial Nephew Su, don't need to sigh, the suzerain is easy to get along with." The elder who led the way comforted him, and as if remembering something, he added with some uncertainty, "However, sometimes there may be a little childish temper."

Now, before Ning Qingyuan could react, the one who sighed became this benevolent elder.

Even though he was considered smart, he didn't realize what happened for a moment.

However, as you can imagine, the suzerain is probably not that simple, and the purpose of meeting him is probably not that common.

However, no matter what Ning Qingyuan thought, he never thought that the suzerain of the child's temper would let him stay in such a form.