Drunkard

Shen Yuanbao slept soundly. When he woke, he found himself lying in a room. Outside the window, a bright moon hung high in the sky, its light filtering through the branches and scattering inside, leaving a patch of silver frost before the bed.

It was not as though he had never tasted Spirit Wine before, but he had always done so furtively, merely taking small sips. Never had he drunk bowl after bowl like today. Waves of dense spiritual energy burned through his Meridians all the way to his dantian—it truly felt exhilarating!

It was simply that the spiritual energy contained within was too concentrated, and he could not quite endure it. If the him "in the mirror" was dressed no differently from his present self, even the expression on his face was perfectly synchronized.

Bai Xuejia had no objections, so he switched seats with Nan Huwei. It was their first time meeting, and no one knew what the two were talking about. They leaned close and whispered to each other, covering their mouths to giggle from time to time. They seemed to hit it off remarkably well.

Although he did not know why Xiuji knew this kind of dance, he truly did know it, and he danced very... Bai Xuejia no longer knew whether he should describe it, so he went to face the wall again.

The people left on watch at night were all uninjured guards or those with minor injuries. Su Baiming looked them over with his Yin Yang Eyes and found nothing unusual.

You Luo's face had originally been brimming with smiles. Perhaps he felt that Wang Chuan cared more and more about me, even going so far as to seek out the Samsara Wheel for him, all to dissolve this marriage contract and let us