Reborn with the Tyrant [Cultivation]

Xuehuai pushed the door open, and first saw Yun Cuo in the corner.

He immediately decided to roast the blue bird when he returned home.

Yun Cuo's location is not eye-catching, but he himself is very eye-catching.He was born with a bit of evil cold hostility, and the red Buddha seal between his eyebrows not only failed to reduce it, but added a bit of viciousness to his evilness. When those dark eyes that were as quiet as a deep pool looked over, , can make people's heart skip a beat.

In this short glance, Xuehuai suddenly noticed a strange thing - Yun Cuo's hair in this life was silver, and the Yun Cuo he saw before his soul dissipated in his previous life had silver-white hair.

He had seen it before, but he hadn't had time to think about it.

There are all kinds of colorful hair colors in the fairy world, but he remembered that Yun Cuo had black hair until the days of his death.Silver hair and red eyes are the characteristics of the demon race. I don't know if it is Yun Cuo's half of the demon blood that suddenly recovered, and slowly revealed as his kung fu improved.

If yes, then this life is a little earlier than the last life, does it mean that there are still some things that are different in this life?

If this is the case, then he will act more cautiously in the future.

Xuehuai quickly looked away from Yun Cuo, and pretended not to see it when she saw it.Yun Cuo didn't look at him, but just lowered his head to play with an inconspicuous magic weapon in his hand, which must be the one that cut off the beard from the Xue family.

Zhu Xing stood up and called him politely: "Young Master Xue."

Xuehuai waved his hand: "Don't talk nonsense, young masters, I'm here to pick up my Xue family's things today. My father behaves frankly, and I, Xuehuai, admit that I have never owed anyone. Young master's... look after him?"

Zhu Xing's eyes stopped on his face, met his bright eyes, and even unconsciously lowered his arrogance a little: "...I am a year older than you, Mr. Xue."

Xuehuai thought she wasn't a brat, so she changed her words smoothly and said, "Brothers."

Zhu Xing nodded slightly: "Just now you didn't talk nonsense, I also like this style. If you rob it, you rob it, and pay three times the money to your Xue family. I like things. If it doesn't make sense, then it's up to each other. what you think?"

He drew out the long sword in his hand, threw it casually and then disappeared, the blade of the sword made a clanging sound.The people around cheered and applauded.

Xuehuai tilted her head, blinked her eyes innocently, and showed everyone her empty sleeves: "But I didn't bring anything. Fighting with bare hands is always ugly. Why don't you find a softer solution? What do you think?" Woolen cloth?"

He wandered around the weapon room for a long time before coming, but in the end he brought nothing.Fortunately, I didn't bring it with me. The blue bird really ran the train with its mouth full, and couldn't believe even a word.

He blinked and smiled.Normally, he looks cold and indifferent, but once his eyes converge and he has a look, it is almost impossible to move his eyes away.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

This young master of the Xue family, it seems... isn't it like the rumors that his eyes are higher than the top?

On the contrary, he seems to be very talkative, and he is also very kind and calm.

With his smile, Zhu Xing, who already had a good impression of him, turned red at the base of his ears, but he still tried to maintain his face, and said with a sneer: "I used to be in the Xianzhou arms business of the Dao Xue family all my life, and the young master of the Xue family He must be a strong and good man, not a sissy who dare not even fight."

"Heroes don't judge people by their appearance, and ordinary people are just unruly." Xuehuai pointed to the wine glass and flying flower tokens on their table, and before she could say anything, she was interrupted by Yun Cuo's light cough.

Yun Cuo sat in a different position in the corner and looked in his direction: "Then let's enforce the drinking order. You fight alone, it always seems that we bully you, and I will be with you, but whoever falls first on both sides , the magic weapon will belong to whoever it is. If the loser pays the same amount of money, everyone has no objection?"

Xuehuai was arranged to go to the wrong camp with Yun in an instant: "???"

Everyone had no objection, Zhu Xing called someone to come, the atmosphere gradually heated up, and the teenagers were gearing up.

Xue Huai shouted: "I have objections."

Yun Cuo turned his head to look at him, his eyes were a little cold: "Why, are you afraid that I will lose you?"

Xuehuai: "..."

Yun Cuo asked him again: "Are you addicted to alcohol?"

Xuehuai: "..."

Yun wronged this person, he really held a grudge.

Xuehuai's alcohol capacity is actually not very good, but there are two reasons why he dared to drink:

One is that there is not much difference between when he is drunk and when he is not.

The more drunk he was, the clearer his eyes became, and at the end they were sparkling, like a patient with a fever, bright enough to frighten people.Although the result is usually a day or two at home with a hangover, he has never been drunk on the drinking table.

Second, he noticed when he entered the arena that this group of teenagers had a weak aura, obviously none of them had practiced systematically, and none of them had reached their Liandan period yet.Although Yun Cuo was the only one who couldn't see it because he mixed the roots of demons and gods, he should have been crushed to death by him, a person with a silver core cultivation base.

These dandies usually don't study hard, dare not follow orders, and worry about Yun Cuo's frequent punches when punching, so they are hesitant to get orders. Finally, they discussed a result-letting people change to a qin girl who plays the long zither. , playing casually, just like beating a drum to pass flowers, every time the sound is changed, the person who receives the flying flowers will have a glass of wine, it all depends on luck.

Everyone was quite calm, and after seven or eight rounds of drinking, they were still conscious.The qin girl played a song to break the formation, and then played some seasonal minor tunes. After an hour passed, these people were still holding on.

Wine, what they drink is not the light fruit or rice wine in the mortal world, but the immortal wine of longevity that has been buried in the ground for tens of thousands of years, which cannot be used by magic.All the people present saw that Xuehuai's eyes were getting brighter and her spirits were getting more and more energetic, and she didn't have the slightest intention of falling down, and they couldn't take it anymore.They were only holding on with the air of "can't lose face in front of this person".

The sound of the piano is melodious, and the toasts are interlaced.Just like this, after a few rounds of tunes, Qin Niang couldn't hold on at first, and came over to apologize to them in a low voice: "I'm really sorry, gentlemen, the number of slaves is really limited, and the minor tunes with inflected pronunciation that I have learned are not good enough. There are only a few of them.”

Before everyone could react, Xuehuai nodded gently and forcefully, and said softly: "You go out, keep Qin, let me come."

As he said that, he stood up from his seat, patted Yun Cuo on the shoulder beside him, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Since you're on my side, please support me for a while, okay?"

The sweet aroma of wine came from the ears, carrying the warmth of breath.

Xuehuai's steps are steady and his eyes are bright, but Yun wrongly knows that he is drunk——

When he was talking to him, his hands were so soft that there was no place to use them, and they were lightly resting on his neckline, and the cool fingertips rubbed against his skin, as if they could bring the fragrance of flowers.

He said, "Okay."

After a while, Xuehuai withdrew her hand, sat down to take the place of Qin Nu, fiddled with a few tunes calmly, then pointed at Yun Cuo, and gave orders to the others: "Guan, pour me to death!" Him. To pour him down is to pour me down."

He was so good at throwing the pot away that everyone was already drinking unconsciously, and they all staggered to drink Yuncuo. Sometimes they heard a tone that seemed to be a sign of change.

Yun Cuoan quietly drank one cup after another, without any fluctuations, as if he was not drunk.Only when I am free, I will look to the other side from the gap in the shadow of the cup, and look at Xuehuai.

He is also very good-looking when he plays the piano, but the tune is not good.A group of people drank and drank, the atmosphere was not as tense as before, and there were a few who were a little sober. When they heard the magic sound pouring into their ears, they sneered and said, "Young Master Xue, what are you playing?"

Xue Huai calmed down and said, "After a while, you will know the beauty of it."

After a stick of incense.

If the boss and the waiter come to deliver the food, they will definitely be shocked by the scene in front of them-six or seven young people are lying on the ground and on the table, and they all fall on the ground indecently, spreading out like a big cake. heap.

Xue Huai chuckled lightly.

Fight him, be tender.

With the cultivation of Yindan, the spiritual power is integrated into the sound of the piano, and even the enchantment technique is not needed, and these scumbags who do not practice well can be put to the ground.His prediction was also correct, he had no memory of these teenagers in his previous life, so he must have not followed Yun to the end.

In other words, its combat power is not as good as that of the gluttonous ghost in his room.

Xuehuai slowly re-tuned the piano, drank some tea, ate a few pieces of melon and fruit, and then conjured a large bundle of rope out of thin air.

These proud and domineering teenagers were tied up with ropes and tied to the pillars in the room one by one.Zhu Xing also had a special surprise——Xuehuai tied him to the beam of the house, controlled the length of the rope, and when he woke up, he would face a bleak and exciting fall instead of actually falling to the ground .

When tied to Yuncuo, Xuehuai hesitated.

He and he were on the same side in this drinking order, but he didn't think so much when he played the piano.

To tie or not to tie?

In order to show that she treats these little bastards equally, Xuehuai finally decided to tie him up too.

In order to show the little bit of respect for the old boss in equal treatment, he assigned him a separate pillar.

After finishing all this, he still hadn't finished yet, and found a millennium ink pen to do graffiti.This one drew a turtle on one face, and another a crab, and the tricks on their faces were more exciting than the ones they woke up with.

After all, he still didn't dare to pluck the hair on the top of the tiger - the drunk Xuehuai saved his last bit of desire to survive, and refrained from drawing a piglet on Yun Cuo's face.

In the past, someone fed Yun Cuo's stupid cat to eat dirty things, was cut up alive by Yun Cuo, put calligraphy and paintings on Yun Cuo's back, was made into a paper ghost, and was caught in a roll... and so on, countless, Xuehuai didn't have the guts to challenge his bottom line.

He half knelt down and found the magic weapon in Yun Cuo's sleeve.After it became normal size, I looked at it, and found that it was a weapon that looked like a stick but not a stick, like a knife but not a knife, and looked somewhat similar to a firecracker in the world.

Not ancient, but very new.

He looked again, trying to find the name of the maker, but after flipping it over and over again, he only found a pattern that he couldn't understand.

A deep and slightly tired voice came from above his head: "This is the first magic weapon smelted by the prince of Fuli Palace. This pattern is his engraved seal, the Phoenix Clan's Yi character. Bai Yi, come down!" A Fuli Emperor, have you seen him?"

Xuehuai shook her hand.

He looked up, and Yun Cuo, who was tied up by him, opened his eyes at some point and was looking at him quietly.

The others were still in a daze, and all of them had his masterpieces on their faces. Xuehuai half-kneeled in front of Yun Cuo, staring at him, and didn't say a word for a long time.

Cloud moved.

Xuehuai stepped back a little subconsciously, but saw that Yun Cuo didn't struggle, but just turned his head to look at him.The silver-haired young man in black tried his best to stretch out a finger from the gap in the rope, pointed to his face, and motioned him: "Why didn't I? Are you going to draw on my face?"

Xuehuai: "?"

Yun Cuo tried hard to fight: "Xuehuai, don't let the water go. Although you and I are on one side this time, if you just let me go, they will continue to look down on you, saying that you don't even dare to mess with me, you are a little sissy .So you should paint something on my face too."

Xuehuai was drunk, and was dumbfounded by his words, and there was a trace of bewilderment in Qingming's eyes.By coincidence, he actually felt that what Yun Cuo said made sense, so he approached him and drew a silly little pig on his face with a pen.

The thousand-year-old ink is a little cold, with a cold air, and it is quickly fumigated when it touches the skin.Yun Cuo closed his eyes, and only opened his eyes to look at him again after he finished painting, returning to his usual indifferent and reticent appearance.

"You can go." After speaking, he looked away, looked at his downed companions, and then began to pretend to be asleep.

Xuehuai: "...Are you really okay?"

This person is probably not a fool.