Yaozun is chasing me to open the screen

Knowing that there was a fraud in his heart, Shuang Jiangnian planned to struggle again.

"I have never drank alcohol, and I am afraid that I will lose my morals after drinking and disturb Your Majesty."

Yan Hualan smiled and said, "Haven't you ever drank? How can a young man like you know how to drink? Then I will take you to try it for the first time."

Shuang Jiangnian thought, you also only drank alcohol for the first time when you were 19 years old, and you fell asleep all night after drinking a glass, now come and pretend to be mature with me?

Seeing Yan Hualan's unrelenting attitude, he thought that he must not be able to avoid this, so he took the wine glass.

"Then I offer a toast to Your Majesty."

Shuang Jiangnian raised his glasses with both hands, wanting to touch him.

... As long as he tricks Yan Hualan into getting drunk first, wouldn't he be able to save himself from danger?

Yan Hualan obviously thought of this, and narrowed his eyes vigilantly.

Relying on the fact that the other party couldn't see, he quietly took the teapot, filled his wine glass with tea, and was about to use tea instead of wine to fool him.

Little did he know that Shuang Jiangnian saw everything in his eyes.

Shuang Jiangnian shrugged her nose on purpose, and said in doubt: "Why is there no smell of wine in your majesty's cup, but a smell of tea? Could it be that you look down on me as a little demon and disdain to drink with me?"

"Where is it?" Yan Hualan didn't feel ashamed when the lie was exposed, and then acted against him: "At the celebration banquet, I drank too much wine, and I was a little too drunk."

"What's more, when others respect me, I drink wine; only you respect me, I drink tea. Doesn't this mean that you are unique in my heart and better than others?"

Shuang Jiang Nianxin said liar, you don't smell a bit of alcohol on your body, there must be no alcohol at the celebration banquet.

He sighed softly on his face: "Your Majesty has spoken to so many monsters about these flattering words."

"Of course it's only you!" Yan Hualan became a little anxious when his brother questioned his sincerity, "This wine was bought with tail hair and the old man Dachun. I specially prepared it early just for you to taste..."

He collapsed in embarrassment.

Shuang Jiangnian's heart skipped a beat.

There is a saying in ancient books: "In ancient times, there was a big toon, whose spring was eight thousand years old, and autumn was eight thousand years old." The big toon of the monster clan has lived for millions of years.

Dachun wine never uses magic techniques to ripen it. It is only buried between its own roots, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, and has been preserved for tens of thousands of years. It is the most delicious wine in the legend.

And Dachun will only exchange at equal value.

Yan Hualan was so narcissistic that he valued his fur more than anything else, so he pulled out his own tail feathers and exchanged a pot of wine for him?

Immediately, the wine in his hand became precious.

...And he has always yearned for the wine brewed by Dachun.

"In this way, I will live up to His Majesty's kindness."

Under Yan Hualan's shining expectant gaze, Shuang Jiang took a sip of the fermented rice.

The wine is strong wine, but it is not spicy at the first taste. It is clear and sweet, which he has never tasted before.

After entering the throat, the warmth in the spirits slowly rises, turning into a warm aura that flows to the limbs and bones.

Shuang Jiangnian was surprised to find that the cracked golden core was slowly recovering.

The aura contained in the fine nectar poured into the cracks like an adhesive, repairing the broken golden elixir bit by bit.

The last thing to follow is drunkenness.

The hotness rushed straight to the top of his skull, his pale cheeks were slightly pink, and his soul seemed to be wandering in the nine heavens, as if he was floating in the sky.

He has never experienced this feeling in other fairy wine.

"...Good wine." Shuang Jiangnian said after a while.

Yan Hualan grabbed his braid and said with a smile, "It's your 'first' drinking, how do you know if it's good or not?"

"Good is good."

"Better than me?"

"Ah."

Yan Hualan was inexplicably appreciative: "But I brought you this wine. How can I not be as good as wine?"

Shuang Jiangnian wanted to laugh a little, and said stubbornly, "It's just not as good as it is."

Yan Hualan was not happy anymore.

He cheated: "Anyway, this wine is exchanged for my tail hair. If you like wine, you like my tail hair. If you like my tail hair, you like me!"

Shuang Jiangnian finally couldn't help laughing.

If it was someone else, this mouthful should have already passed out.He is still rational, but his heart is drunk.

While laughing, he was sitting on the side of the couch, holding the wine glass with both hands cherishingly, sipping in small sips.

The young man's pale pink lips were scalded brightly and movingly by the wine, and they were stained with a watery color.

Looking at those lips, Yan Hualan couldn't help feeling jealous, why wasn't she the one who colored those lips.

Why is it not me who makes my brother laugh.

Why was it not me who won my brother's unreserved love.

However, if he expresses his jealousy and takes away his brother's wine, will his brother be annoyed?

So I can only be bored by myself, sour with anger.

He was lowering his head when he suddenly heard his brother's laughter.

"It's like a feather duster." Shuang Jiangnian said with a smile.

Yan Hualan tilted her head: "Me?"

"Hmm." Shuang Jiangnian said, "It's fluffy and round."

Yan Hualan: "What is a feather duster?"

Shuang Jiangnian paused for a while, then said with a sigh and a smile: "It's a cute thing."

Yan Hualan's eyes slowly lit up, as if there were little stars hanging in the night sky.

...Brother, praise him!

The wine is not exchanged in vain, and the tail hair is not plucked in vain!

"I'm going to sleep." Shuang Jiangnian slanted down the wine cup, and was about to lie down with her clothes on.

"Sleep now. Are you really drunk?" Yan Hualan rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Drunk." Shuang Jiangnian perfunctory.

Actually not drunk.It's just that the reason is getting weaker and weaker, and the heart is getting more and more painful.

He was afraid that if he continued to chat with Yan Hualan, the golden elixir healed with precious peacock feathers would crack again.

The young man was lying softly on the innermost side of the bed, looking lively, as if he would not resist what he did to him, he would only bark softly, and the force of pushing was lighter than a cat's scratching.

Yan Hualan pushed back his front, only to hum softly a few times with the smell of alcohol.

He originally wanted to confirm Peacock Ling, but his brother's soft snort tickled him slightly, as if this action had become impure.

Yan Hualan's nose felt hot, and he suddenly remembered that when winter is over, it will be spring for all things to reproduce.

His first spring with his brother...

Yan Hualan was dreaming, and his body and mind were in a state of ecstasy, when the people around him suddenly turned over.

Shuang Jiang talked in her sleep in a young voice: "Liar, you obviously don't smell of alcohol on your body. You dare not touch a drop of alcohol, you coward..."

Obviously talking about some peacock.

In an instant, the springtime imagination in Yan Hualan's mind was shattered.

As the saying goes, when you tell the truth after drinking, my brother really looks down on him for his low drinking capacity!

He threw a disdainful look at the half-remaining Dachun wine.

He is a majestic demon master who is invincible, how can he be defeated with just a glass of wine?

Yan Hualan picked up the jug, rolling his Adam's apple.

The nectar that can bring down my brother must not be a good thing, so he can just take a sip...

Thinking of this, he turned to the spout and carefully poured two drops of wine into the mouth.

Just two drops.

Yan Hualan's eyes remained fixed, and her cheeks flushed suddenly.He wobbled and fell asleep on the spot, the jug jingling beside him.

The sound of slow breathing came, and he fell asleep just like that.

On the couch, Shuang Jiangnian, who was supposed to be "drunk", opened her eyes, amused in surprise.

Although Yan Hualan's drunkenness was induced by him alone, it's rare for him to drink so much.

Do those people in the original book know?The way to prevent Yan Chen from destroying the world is to get him drunk.I can sleep for days when I get drunk.

Shuang Jiangnian stayed on the bed quietly, first picked up the big Chun jug, put it away safely, and then looked at Yan Hualan in distress.

He should not be left to sleep on the ground.

But this big plump peacock could have crushed the beams of the Medicine Sect with its weight in the Nascent Soul Stage. Now that it is in the Transformation Stage, wouldn't it be even heavier?

Shuang Jiangnian first tried to hug him from the back and under the armpit, but couldn't lift him up; grabbed his two calves and dragged him, but couldn't drag him; really couldn't help but started to pull his hair, and if he couldn't lift it up, he pulled off two bird feathers.

Yan Hualan was still sleeping soundly, he didn't know what delicious food he had dreamed of, so he pouted.

Shuang Jiangnian was silent.

Forget it, let him go, and he won't catch a cold.

Even though he thought so, Shuang Jiangnian brought a thin quilt and covered Yan Hualan.

Then, he looked at the water purification bottle on the cabinet that contained the remnant soul of Meng Kezhi, and the traps around the water purification bottle that were invisible to the naked eye, his brows turned cold.

"System, break the formation, at all costs."

[The difficulty of cracking is being calculated - drop, high difficulty.Cracking requires [-] achievement points. Are you sure you want to crack it? ]

"So much?" Shuang Jiangnian frowned.

[The water purification bottle is an artifact, and the rest of the formation is so strong that it is more than enough to trap a monster like Xin Yi.Host, Yan Hualan speaks highly of your ability. ]

Shuang Jiangnian: "..."

If Yan Hualan had put his mind on catching him on serious business, he would have been able to control Xin Yi long ago, so how could it be his turn to fight with golden branches?

"Confirm the crack."

[yes.Time required to crack: three hours.During this period, I need to devote all my energy to cracking, and cannot be distracted to support the host.Please protect yourself with all your might. ]

Inexplicably, Shuang Jiangnian could hear a bit of admonition and a hint of secret excitement from the system's tone.

But this is the demon king's bedroom, how could it be dangerous?

What's more, Yan Hualan is also by his side, and no one can hurt him.

So puzzled, Shuang Jiangnian leaned down and tucked the corner of the quilt for the drunk bird.

At this moment, Yan Hualan suddenly stretched out his long arms, hooked his neck, and pulled him down.

Shuang Jiangnian was caught off guard and threw herself into his arms.

The scorching heat sprayed with the scent of wine, as if the whole person was enveloped by the other party's breath.

No matter how he struggled, Yan Hualan's iron arm was around his waist, not allowing him to escape.

It's hot, it's so hot, it's like lying on a steamer.

However, there is a slight difference between the two. Yan Hualan is alive and well, his chest rises and falls, he can hear the sound of his heartbeat, and the touch is...very good.

I don't know if he was drunk by the Dachun wine, smelling the breath of the other party, Shuang Jiangnian felt a little dizzy in his mind.

He tried to change back into the demon form of the little skylark.

——I can’t change back.

[Reminder: The system is trying its best to crack the formation. During this period, the appearance function is frozen, and the host cannot change his body shape. ]

Shuang Jiangnian: "..."

He finally knew what the system was secretly poking fun at just now.

Yan Hualan was drunk and fast asleep, and was also a lively and talkative drunk chicken.

Hugging people, talking in sleep, maybe running out in the middle of the night and sleepwalking naked.

Shuang Jiang sighed young, and chanted a mantra to block the five senses, hypnotizing herself as a pillow, an unconscious doll...

He lay on his warm chest, his heart still like water, and he gradually relaxed.

When he was a little sleepy, a hand touched his face.

Shuang Jiangnian's face was puffed up slightly by rubbing, and he opened his eyes with a look of "it really is".

——Come on, sleepwalking.

Yan Hualan stroked his face, clearly in a deep sleep, but the touch was more delicate than when he was awake.

He removed the white gauze from Shuang Jiangnian's eyes, and stroked his cheeks, eyes, and nose with his fingertips, distinguishing them one by one.

"...You really don't look like one." He murmured, "But you are clearly my elder brother."

He still recognized it.

Shuang Jiangnian was a little helpless.

"Different looks may be the same person; the same appearance may not be the same person."

Yan Hualan said softly.

"I can always recognize my brother—but when will my brother understand that I am not Yan Chen?"

This sound was like a sigh, and it was like a grievance, and it was sad to the bone.

Shuang Jiangnian was stunned.

He felt the arms around his waist tightening slowly.

"I won't be Yan Chen."

"...I will always be my brother's fan."

The arms tightened around the waist trembled and suddenly loosened.

Shuang Jiangnian looked at Yan Hualan's profile.

Sure enough, he already knew.

Knowing that Yan Chen, the peacock monster mentioned by Shuang Jiangnian, is Yan Hualan himself.

At this time, Shuang Jiangnian finally understood what Yan Hualan's inner demon was.

...His inner demon is Yan Chen.

Yan Chen is his deepest fear: he is afraid that he will become the violent and crazy Yan Chen described by his brother, and he is even more afraid that he will be feared and abandoned by his brother because he becomes Yan Chen.

So he resolutely killed another "self" in the future with the image of his youth.

Shuang Jiangnian's eyelash feathers could not help trembling slightly.

He had never thought that the truth was like this before, and when he realized it now, he couldn't help being shaken.

It's like under the ice, in the deepest darkness, a ray of sunlight penetrates through the obstacles and shines in.

The ice surface was too thick, and the sun was not as blazing as it was at the beginning, but it made his cold heart tremble slightly.

Shuang Jiangnian let out a warm breath slowly.

"...I'm not afraid of you."

Even if you have Yan Chen's face, I can tell the difference.

From now on, it has been like this.

At this time, the shackles of Yan Hualan's arms had disappeared.The strength of this hug is so light, it seems that he can break free from his embrace at will, and go anywhere freely.

He can run away, and Yan Hualan will catch up, but he will not catch him or imprison him.

The chain was loosened, but Shuang Jiangnian didn't want to leave.

The bed in the bedroom was empty, and the two of them were lying on the cold floor, cuddling tenderly.

In the sound of the other party's long breathing, Shuang Jiangnian fell into sleep.

He had a dream. In the dream, a small palm-sized quail shook its fluffy feathers, squinted its eyes contentedly, and rubbed against his fingers.

The bright moon hangs in the west, and the distant mountains are gradually covered with morning mist.

Three hours later, the system sounded a reminder: [Host, the formation has been cracked. ]

Shuang Jiangnian looked at Yan Hualan who was still sleeping soundly, got up lightly, and picked up the water purification bottle.

He uncorked the bottle.

Something invisible floated into the air, stroking his temples with nostalgia.When the wind blows, it disperses.

Meng Kezhi's mind and soul were completely destroyed, so far, no one knew the secret of his cultivation of Rurui Dao.

Shuang Jiangnian felt a burst of relief.

He put the water purification bottle back on the spot, hesitated for a moment, and continued to lie down next to Yan Hualan.

He found a reason for his behavior: Yan Hualan likes to sleepwalk around looking for people.Anyway, he will stick to him, so it's better to stay by his side from the beginning.

With her strong arms under her head and the help of Dachun's drunkenness, Shuang Jiangnian slept very peacefully.

At some point, something fluffy brushed against the tip of his nose.

Shuang Jiangnian itched badly, covered her face with a "heh chirp", and slowly opened her eyes.

Last night Yan Hualan took off the white veil over his eyes while he was drunk, and when he opened his eyes, his field of vision was occupied by a charming and handsome face.

The stunningly beautiful man was lying lazily on the side of the couch, his clothes were messy, revealing a large area of ​​his skin.The long black and flowing hair snaked down on the skin, and some of it was hidden in the skirt of the clothes, exploring deeper.

Spring is alluring.

Unfortunately, Shuang Jiangnian pretended to be blind.

The young man blinked his eyes twice, and seemed to realize that he could not see, and slowly lowered his eyelashes in some disappointment.

He can even control his pupils to lose focus, appearing gray and lifeless, no different from the eyes of a blind person.

Yan Hualan held a feather with her fingertips and dangled it in front of his eyes, observing whether his eyeballs moved accordingly.

The answer is no.

Yan Hualan pouted.

There is no doubt that Skylark is the elder brother, but as long as he can't get real evidence, the elder brother will prevaricate.

Before stripping off his vest, if he asked for a hug, he would pretend to be a stranger who was molested, frown and say he was rude.

so hard.

But soon.

Yan Hualan showed a smug smile, and slowly unbuttoned his clothes.

His underwear is made of high-quality silk. The silk crosses the collarbone, revealing the shoulders, then the chest muscles, abdominal muscles, and...

The underwear fell off, and he just lay naked on his side in front of Shuang Jiangnian, showing his body.

He even betrayed his own color, let's see how long my brother can last?

Yan Hualan said in the deepest and hoarse voice, "How did you sleep last night?"

Shuang Jiangnian: "Very good."

He didn't change his face... without changing his face, he was madly pinching people in his heart.

He was just pretending to be blind before, but now he is really about to be blinded!

It's just that he doesn't understand, the disappearing remnant soul is obviously a better entry point for picking horses, why Yan Hualan suddenly pays attention to whether he is pretending to be blind?

Something is not right.

In front of him, Yan Hualan wiped his chest muscles confidently.

"How do you feel about this deity?"

Shuang Jiangnian said lightly, "Very good."

You are very coquettish.

Yan Hualan smiled and moved closer to him.

The chest muscles almost reached his face, but Shuang Jiangnian could only act as if he couldn't see anything, couldn't show strange colors, and couldn't hide.

Yan Hualan's voice trembled in his ears: "I went too far last night. I'm not tired."

His voice is ambiguous and misleading.

"No, thank you Your Majesty for your concern." Shuang Jiangnian frowned slightly, "But do you say these words to me..."

"Is it beyond etiquette?" Yan Hualan took the words and said with a smile, "Sleeping on the same bed with my princess, how could it be beyond etiquette?"

It was actually pointed out directly.

No, something must be wrong.

Shuang Jiangnian suppressed her heartbeat and continued to act: "...Your Majesty, you have mistaken someone."

"Can you really not see?"

"Your Majesty asked knowingly."

After getting this answer, Yan Hualan laughed deeply.

"I forgot to tell you last night that Dachun's wine can heal all injuries, including eye diseases. So... if you really had eye problems before, you should be cured now."

He raised Shuang Jiangnian's jaw with his fingertips, forcing him to look at himself with deep eyes.

"Could it be that my brother has always been pretending to avoid staring at me."