Chen Zheng felt aggrieved, but he didn't say anything.
Full of depression.
He followed Jiang Yantian's instructions and sat down.
Pick up that priceless cup of Nine-Turn Samsara Brew.
The arms were raised stiffly.
Get ready to toast again.
Although he had no idea what the significance of toasting the wine was.
Just to cater to the whim of this devil.
However, the wine glass was only halfway raised.
Jiang Yantian's brows wrinkled slightly.
Chen Zheng's heart suddenly rose to his throat.
I blanch!
Is he going to cause trouble again?
Sure enough!
Jiang Yantian The kindness on his face disappeared instantly.
It was replaced by a faint displeasure.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, his gaze fell on the sitting body of Chen Zheng.
His tone was critical. "Young Daoist Chen, are you... just sitting down and toasting?"
He gently shook the wine glass in his hand.
The wine ripples.
"This posture... looks like he wants to be on an equal footing with me."
On an equal footing?
These words made Chen Zheng's scalp numb.
He froze on the spot for a moment.
The arm holding the wine glass stopped in mid-air.
Neither sitting nor standing.
The blood on his face faded cleanly.
Damn it!
So angry!
Blanch!
Sitting and toasting is arrogant.
Is toasting while standing looking down?
This won't work, and that won't work either, so what should we do?
Chen Zheng roared crazily in his heart.
But all he could show on his face was an expression uglier than crying.
His voice was dry. "Senior, this junior is stupid, please give me some instructions."
He was shaking as he spoke.
Every word carries a vibrato of humiliation.
It's really uncomfortable.
It's okay to die!
Jiang Yantian seems to be very satisfied with his helpless look.
The brows spread.
Put on that gentle smile again.
He gave a great grace. "That's all, I am not an unreasonable person."
"Well, you can just compromise."
A compromise?
Chen Zheng's mind didn't turn around for a moment.
How else to compromise when toasting?
Kneeling? That's too much!!!
The lightning room.
He realized it.
Half squat.
Just a fucking half-squat!
A kind between sitting and standing, which is respectful.
Because I wasn't sitting down.
It doesn't seem condescending.
Because he is not standing completely.
Although it is extremely awkward, it is also an insulting gesture!
I'm so convinced.
I have never seen someone so tormenting!
Chen Zheng feels that his dignity has been thrown to the ground.
He was trampled on countless times.
But what else can he do?
Better than kneeling!
Under the half-smiling gazes of Jiang Yantian and Mei Yanluo.
Chen Zheng has made up his mind.
Mainly, there are many people around watching.
This is unacceptable.
Damn the devil.
Shouldn't a person of such high status go to a private room?
Why are you sitting in this hall?
Now, let's let him be watched.
Chen Zheng Take a deep breath.
Slowly stood up.
Then, his legs bent and his knees dropped.
The buttocks were suspended in the air, making a standard defecation posture.
In order to maintain balance, he had to lean forward slightly.
One hand was still awkwardly holding the glass of fairy brew.
This posture makes him look funny and humble.
It's like some kind of pet waiting to be fed.
He tried to maintain calm.
He raised the wine glass to Jiang Yantian again and squeezed out a voice from his throat. "Senior..."
However, he just uttered two words.
Jiang Yantian suddenly waved his hand.
"Hey, why are you so outspoken? You really don't need to be like this."
His tone was casual.
"You really don't have to be so polite, no need to pay respect."
He took a sip of the wine in his glass and narrowed his eyes in contentment.
"Just drink as much as you like, what are you doing with all those frivolous things?"
"No point."
"..."
Chen Zheng is completely down.
He maintained an extremely awkward half-squatting posture.
The arm holding the wine glass froze in mid-air.
No more respect?
No sense?
Then why did you ask him to stand up and squat half just now?
Are you playing monkey?
A rush of blood rushed to his forehead, and he felt like a clown.
He just squatted there, unable to get up, for fear of being picked on again.
It doesn't matter if you continue squatting, you look like a fool.
It's not a toast, it's not a toast, it's not a toast either.
Time seemed to be stretched out at this moment.
Every second feels like a century.
He could feel the eyes around him becoming more piercing.
Vague whispers and suppressed laughter could be heard.
Jiang Yantian, on the other hand, had turned his head leisurely and started chatting and laughing with Mei Yanluo in a low voice.
It was as if he had completely forgotten that there was another person, frozen there in an extremely ridiculous posture.
Forbearance!
Forbearance.
These two words burned like a soldering iron in Chen Zheng's heart, burning repeatedly. He looked at Jiang Yantian's leisurely and contented posture, as if everything was under control, looked at the faint smile on the corner of Mei Yanluo's mouth, looked at the bright or dark sights around him, felt the pain coming from his knees and thighs, and the cup of fairy brew worth five thousand high-grade spiritual stones was getting heavier and heavier in his hands...
I couldn't bear it anymore.
Blanch!!!
He stood up suddenly, with such force that he knocked over the chair behind him.
Make a loud, ear-piercing clang!
He no longer maintained that humble and flattering smile.
There is only one kind of risk-taking on his face.
Straighten your spine and look directly at Jiang Yantian.
The voice is no longer deliberately lowered, but is broken with a broken can.
"Senior!"
"If you want to kill or behead me, please give me a happy word!"
"Stop torturing me like this over and over again."
He also has a temper.
Clay figures still have three parts of earth nature.
What's more, he Chen Zheng was once the Rogue Cultivator who wanted to have a grudge!
Today's courageous resistance may be foolish, or it may lead to more terrible consequences.
But at least he doesn't have to be pushed around and humiliated!
He put on a casual attitude.
His chest rose and fell slightly, his eyes fixed on Jiang Yantian.
Waiting for the expected wrath of thunder.
Jiang Yantian seemed to be alerted by his movements.
Turn your head slowly.
There was just the right amount of confusion in his eyes.
He put down his wine glass and asked, "Fellow Daoist Chen, I don't know what's wrong with you?"
"I'm fine, why should I kill you?"
He spread his hands and said, "Aren't we happily drinking and chatting?"
"Please don't talk nonsense. If word spreads, others will think that I, Jiang Yantian, am some evil person who kills innocent people indiscriminately."
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Chen Zheng was so choked up by his offensive remarks that he almost lost his breath.
Drinking and chatting happily, who is so happy?
Jiang Yantian seemed to have lost interest in him and waved his hand casually.
Like shooing away a noisy fly.
"Okay, okay, you can go about your business, I won't keep you any longer."
Chen Zheng The corner of his mouth twitched violently several times.
The fists clenched loudly.
But he forcibly let go at the last moment.
Are you really going to let him go like this?
No more humiliation, no more digging holes?
He couldn't believe it.
But the body has already responded first.
He didn't dare to stay one more second.
Chen Zheng put down the glass of wine that he never drank, but which left him heavily in debt.
Then slowly turned around.
He didn't even dare to look at Jiang Yantian again.
I'm afraid that the devil might change his mind again.
He dragged his steps with heavy steps, his mind in confusion.
Forget it for now, go take a look at Wang Jiaorou.
No matter how much she hates it, at least make sure of her safety.
This is what he owes her.
However, just when he couldn't take more than two steps.
Damn it.
That's not right!!
He stopped suddenly.
He went over and sat down. He originally wanted to take advantage of that opportunity and follow the conversation to find a way to lure Jiang Yantian to Master Sunken Ruins Abyss.
What's the result?
I didn't even have time to finish a sentence.
I was led by the nose the whole time.
Being humiliated and made things difficult for me from all angles.
In the end, he was inexplicably swindled into a sky-high debt of 500,000 high-grade spiritual stones.
Is there any mistake?
He felt like a complete fool.
Being played with in the palm of one's hand.
Not only did it fail to achieve its goal, but it also cost half a life.
But can you still turn back now?
He turned his head stiffly and glanced out of the corner of his eye.
Jiang Yantian and Mei Yanluo seem to be immersed in the world of two people.
He whispered, no longer interested in him.