I am your father [Hua Qiangu]

After putting on his clothes, Feng Feiyu dried his whole body with spells, and then he felt much refreshed.

She folded her arms and walked to Dongfang Yuqing's side, with a half-smile and said: "It's okay, little scholar, I didn't expect you to be quite a gentleman."

Dongfang Yuqing knew that what she was referring to was her wearing clothes, he didn't go to see it, so he hummed and didn't want to answer.

Feng Feiyu smiled: "Why, it's rare for me to give in once, is Master Dongfang so disrespectful?"

Dongfang Yuqing looked at her with anger that couldn't be concealed.I thought to myself, what do you call being subdued?That appearance looks like giving alms to someone.

"The girl has worn her clothes, and I don't need the girl to pay back the money. I hope you will keep your word and unravel the 'One Promise, Thousand Gold Technique' for me." He said bluntly.

Feng Feiyu smacked his lips with great interest: "I didn't expect that you, a little scholar, would know 'One Promise, Thousand Gold'."

A promise of gold, as the name suggests.

A cultivator who knows spells basically knows it, but the restraining power of spells is based on personal strength.For people like Feng Feiyu, as long as she doesn't undo this spell, it will continue to take effect, and it is the effect engraved into the soul.

On this point, Feng Feiyu actually didn't know if he was aware of it.

Dongfang Yuqing looked at her, and sneered calmly: "There is a golden house in the book. Girl, explain."

Feng Feiyu continued to look at him with his arms folded, without speaking.

Dongfang Yuqing waited patiently, but he didn't see her move for a long time, instead he looked at him unscrupulously, his eyes were filled with what he thought was full of malice.

He squinted his eyes and said, "You don't count your words?!"

Feng Feiyu raised his eyebrows and laughed: "I told you that I will untie it for you when you come back? Are you a little naive?"

It's really funny to wake up and meet such a naive fool.

Feng Feiyu turned around with a smile, and walked in front with her arms folded, without saying a word, but she knew that the stupid scholar behind would definitely follow.

Sure enough, Dongfang Yuqing saw her leave without saying a word, gritted her teeth, and followed her.

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Feng Feiyu originally wanted to get out of the mountains and walk down the river, and while walking, he tried to figure out how to make money.

She is used to rebirth, but she has no sense of what the world is now, just live slowly, dominate the world or something...Without her daughter, she doesn't really want to dominate the world anymore.

Thinking of this, she thought of the news she heard in the Immortal Pavilion before she was reborn, and the Immortal Lord in black robe and ghost mask she saw before she closed her eyes.

Maoshan, Changliu...

From what that Immortal Lord meant, he must have led Xiaogu to that place on purpose.

But now that she's gone, there's absolutely nothing she can do.

Dongfang Yuqing was behind her, his eyes were full of resentment, staring at her back all the way, he was so depressed to death, he didn't expect her to be so powerful, there was nothing he could do.

Now that she doesn't undo the forbidden spell for herself, he can only follow her. At some point, as long as she mobilizes her mana, what he said must be fulfilled, otherwise - there will be no place for burial.

Dongfang Yuqing was so angry that he looked up at the sky, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He followed Feng Feiyu all the way to the town, circled half a circle, and entered a fairly clean inn with her.

Feng Feiyu found a quieter place, sat down with his robe lifted, not to mention his chic movements.

Dongfang Yuqing frowned slightly.

"Are you still a girl?" He felt a little afraid that some of his cognition would be broken.

Feng Feiyu raised his hand to call for Xiao Er first, and replied when someone came over: "Do you think I'm a man?"

Although she had been a man several times and had been a father most recently, there was no doubt that she was still a woman at heart.

Dongfang Yuqing kept silent and didn't want to continue talking.

"Guest officers, what do you want to eat?" Xiao Er grabbed the cloth towel, nodded and bowed and asked.

Feng Feiyu said: "Two catties of beef, a plate of peanuts, a plate of Kung Pao chicken, a plate of vinegared shredded potatoes... What good wine do you have?"

Dongfang Yuqing interjected, dumbfounded, "Why are you ordering wine?!"

She took it for granted: "Drink, otherwise can I wash my hands or rinse my mouth?"

Dongfang Yuqing shut up again, with an expression of "All right, all right, do what you like, I don't care what you drink", she sat aside and made up her mind not to speak again.

Seeing that the two of them had made a decision during the quarrel, Xiaoer immediately smiled and introduced to Feng Feiyu: "Do you two want something spicy or mild?"

Feng Feiyu raised his eyebrows: "How?"

"This kind of strong wine, the small shop has burning knife, daughter red, and Dukang; the mellow ones include Zhuyeqing and Tusu wine." Xiaoer smiled and introduced to her: "Recently, a new wine from the small shop is released. Tanxiang', the entrance is thick, clear and sweet. But..."

Under Feng Feiyu's questioning eyes, he said embarrassedly: "However, don't talk about the girl, I'm afraid that if this young man drinks, he will pass out before drinking three cups. No one has been able to drink three cups properly so far. , and left the shop without incident."

"Don't!" Dongfang Yuqing didn't know what was wrong with her, but seeing the light in her eyes, she hurriedly reached out to pat the table, and leaned forward to stop her.

But Feng Feiyu is an easily obedient master?

"Then I'll bring you two more altars of Hantan incense." With a big wave of her hand, she made a decision.

Dongfang Yuqing almost lay down on the table, lowered his head in despair, and really wanted to wave his sleeves and leave now.

Xiaoer threw the cloth towel on his shoulder happily, responded, and hurriedly walked to place an order.

Dongfang Yuqing asked Feng Feiyu disinterestedly: "What kind of wine do you drink at a girl's house? You only order appetizers. Don't tell me that they are for me."

Feng Feiyu shook his head and laughed Lang Lang: "Of course I drink it for myself. You are a scholar alone. You don't look like a drinker. I don't count on you."

"Then do you still remember that I paid for the clothes on your body!?"

"Remember, thank you already."

"..."

Dongfang Yuqing buried her face in her hands, feeling hopeless in life, why did she have such an ancestor?

"So you're going to blackmail me, aren't you?" He sighed a long time, no longer had any hope, and accepted his fate.

Xiaoer came over with two dishes in succession, and took wine and tableware.

Feng Feiyu opened the wine jar and smelled it. The clear aroma that came out of her nostrils, accompanied by the smell of wine, made her mind instantly clear just by smelling it.

She poured the wine and said, "That's right. After all, I haven't made any money yet. You have to watch me. Otherwise, what if I run away? What do you think?"

She raised her eyes to Dongfang Yuqing who was somewhat lifeless.

The other party just raised his head and met her eyes. Although he didn't feel the movement of casting a spell, just this evil look in his eyes already made him feel sad.

The majestic seven-foot man, like a snake caught seven inches, is tightly controlled.

This damn bad feeling of not being able to turn over!

He smiled wryly, "Yes, yes, yes, I am the creditor, I have to watch over you!" The more he got to the back, the more he gritted his teeth, the more helpless he became.

Now that a consensus was reached, Feng Feiyu smiled again, picked up chopsticks and picked a piece of beef for him, as well as other dishes.

Although Dongfang Yuqing was not as good as a stickler, she was not much better.He felt that he was eating his future bite by bite with this meal, and there was no room for redemption at all.

Feng Feiyu couldn't help opening his eyes wide as he took a mouthful of the rich cold pool fragrance.

"Good wine!"

Dongfang Yuqing took a mouthful of rice, and couldn't help but casually said: "You don't look like seventeen or eighteen years old, where did you learn to drink? Just now Xiaoer said, this drink is very strong, you take it easy."

Feng Feiyu raised his head and took another sip, opened his mouth slightly and exhaled lightly, and said indifferently: "Well, it's just right, let's see if this body can drink, and we can weigh it in the future."

Maybe it's because the alcohol is really coming up, maybe it's because she doesn't care about this kind of thing, and what she said is confusing.But for Dongfang Yuqing, her words were enough for him to analyze the ingredients inside.

"...Anyway, drink less." He didn't say anything, but urged him weakly.

Feng Feiyu nodded indiscriminately, and continued to drink and eat, enjoying himself.

……

The consequence of not listening to persuasion was that the results of Feng Feiyu's experiment came out - this new body had really never drank alcohol, let alone down three glasses, it was like a dead pig.

When Dongfang Yuqing stepped forward to check, she deliberately stretched out her hand to test her breath, and then felt for the pulse at the side of her neck. She only retracted when she felt the heartbeat.

The waiter covered his mouth: "Master... What, what should I do? Is there anything wrong with drinking?" He didn't want any murder case in his inn because of the new wine.

Standing beside her, Dongfang Yuqing was thinking that the possibility of destroying|destroying|destroying|destroying|traces of her body was relatively high, or the possibility of just swallowing her anger and keeping low to protect herself was relatively high.

Finally, he took out a piece of silver from his pocket and told the waiter: "I want a room in the upper room, and I'm preparing a pot of hot water to cook a bowl of hangover soup..."

Xiaoer received the silver and was ordered to leave.

He added another sentence: "By the way, put more coptis in the hangover soup."

Xiao Er: "Huh???"

He repeated it patiently and meticulously, showing that he was very concerned about Feng Feiyu's appearance, Xiao Er suddenly realized, and immediately went to the back kitchen to order.

He turned his head with a smile and looked at the sleeping person on the table.

Isn't it just a 'one promise, one promise'?

It's enough to accompany you to the end.

What he doesn't know is that this companionship is the real 'to the end'...

……

After Dongfang Yuqing carried him to the upper room on the second floor, Xiaoer also brought hot water in time, and then went out, and not long after, he brought him hangover soup cooked according to his instructions.

Just a few steps away, I could smell the bitterness of Coptis chinensis in the soup.

Dongfang Yuqing took the soup from the frowning little second hand, smiled and stretched out his arms to lift up the upper body of the person on the bed, leaned on his shoulder, and was about to pour it directly.

Xiao Er hurriedly stopped: "My lord! It's hot!"

He was a little suspicious of the relationship between the two...

To be able to harm a girl's family like this, maybe this young master has some kind of blood feud with her?

Dongfang Yuqing hovered the bowl near Feng Feiyu's lips.

There was a burst of heat from the fingers, and the bitter smell of Coptis chinensis wafted in the nostrils-it was indeed a bit hot and bitter.

Already drunk|dead|in the past, Feng Feiyu lost all vigilance, lost all five senses, didn't know what kind of situation he was about to face, and slept soundly and deeply.

Dongfang Yuqing waited patiently for the soup to cool down for a while, then picked it up and brought it to her mouth.

The thing in the mouth had no taste at first, but after taking a few sips obediently and unconsciously, the taste sense was already aware of something wrong, and instinctively frowned and shook his head to refuse.

"Heh, why don't you want it?" He sneered slightly, pinching her chin with his left hand to force her to open her mouth, and pouring the soup into the medicine bowl on his right hand steadily!

"... Mmm..."

The small face of the man on the shoulder was wrinkled, and he couldn't refuse even if he refused. He drank the whole bowl of hangover soup abruptly, and at the end he groaned twice and rubbed his shoulder dissatisfiedly a few times.

Dongfang Yuqing put down the empty bowl, feeling a bit more vindictive|comfortable.