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"Seriously, I didn't drink much. After drinking seriously for the last time, he left."
Du Shaofu was also holding a jug of wine. He took a big gulp and couldn't help but say, "This wine is not bad."
"Your father doesn't care about you anymore?"
Jialou Changtian asked curiously, but his gaze was still fixed on the bright moon in the sky.
"He felt that he could stop worrying about me, so he went to find his wife and daughter." Du Shaofu took another gulp. The strong wine was a little choking. This wine seemed to be extraordinary. He wondered where Jialou Changtian got it from.
"Your father seems to be not bad." Jialou Changtian smiled.
"Of course."
Du Shaofu said seriously, "His son is not bad."
"That unfilial son of mine, it's a pity that he has the demonic bone."
Jialou Changtian raised the jug and took a big gulp. "But his father is not as good as your father."
"It's just a bone, what does it mean? Legends are just legends."
Du Shaofu looked at Jialou Changtian. At this moment, under the moonlight, the chief of the Paragon Beast Race had a melancholy expression on his face. He didn't exude the domineering and domineering aura of a Paragon. Instead, he seemed more melancholy than an ordinary old man.
"I couldn't cultivate since I was young. Everyone and talisman masters have already judged me to be a cripple. But now, I'm not so."
Du Shaofu continued, "Everything depends on the person, not the bone."
"It seems to make sense."
Jialou Changtian looked at Du Shaofu. In the depths of his golden eyes, there was a strange fluctuation of golden light, as if it was a little beyond his expectations.
"The true bone is strong, the demonic bone is strong. In the end, they still can't do anything to me. So, why are you worried?"
Du Shaofu said. At this moment, he seemed to have become much more casual. There was no roasted meat or treasure soup. Instead, he took out a few types of elixirs from his Qiankun bag and started to chew on them, treating them as a side dish.
Looking at Du Shaofu, Jialou Changtian, a member of the Golden-Winged Great Peng Clan, raised his eyebrows slightly and seemed a little stunned.
"You should have some too. It tastes good and goes well with this strong liquor."
Du Shaofu tossed a fist-sized spirit herb to Jialou Chang Tian. This was the first time he had been so generous.
"Creak."
Jialou Changtian didn't stand on ceremony. He took the spiritual medicine and took a bite. "I'm suddenly envious of your father for having a son like you."
"You should tell him that."
Du Shaofu smiled. He drank his wine and nibbled on his spirit medicine before saying, "Your son isn't bad either."
"Oh? Why do you think he's good?" Jialou Changtian was surprised.
"Let's look at it from another angle. In this world, how many people of the same generation can compare to him? It's just that in your heart, he's not a good son. That's because no matter how strong he is, no matter how hard he works, he can't achieve what you want him to do. But at least, I know that he works very hard and he's very persistent. He's not someone ordinary can compare to! "
Du Shaofu said seriously. He had fought with Jialou Juexiao before. It wasn't difficult to know that he had gone through a lot of hardships.
Being able to fuse with the Nine Underworld Demonic Thunder proved that Jialou Juexiao's perseverance and persistence were extraordinary.
How could ordinary cultivators, be it monsters or humans, easily fuse with the Spiritual Thunder? Du Shaofu knew that kind of pain and perseverance the best.
Jialou Changtian looked at the bright moon in the sky and didn't say anything. He just drank his wine silently.
"Juexiao is too stubborn. Because of the demonic bone in his body, I don't know how to get along with him. Maybe I didn't fulfill my responsibility as a father. Sometimes I think that maybe all of this is my fault." After a while, Jialou Changtian sighed.
The echo echoed in the night sky between the mountains, and then there was silence.
"Eh … why is there no sound?"
Jialou Changtian turned back and saw that Du Shaofu's face was red. He had already fallen back on the ground with the wine jar in his arms.
"That old guy spent a lot of effort to brew this wine. It's been thousands of years. It's already good that it can last this long."
Jialou Changtian smiled. Afraid that Du Shaofu would fall off the cliff, he moved Du Shaofu to the side. He was also drunk and his face was red.
Quietly looking at the resolute face, Jialou Changtian raised the wine jar and drank a few mouthfuls. He murmured softly, "This kid is not bad.
The night was full of tranquility. Around the mountain, only the shadows of the trees could be seen.
The night wind swept, and the leaves swayed. The shadows on the ground also changed into various postures, swaying with the wind. Looking from afar, it added a sense of mystery.
"Swish …"
Suddenly, the sound of the wind breaking could be heard. A graceful figure then landed on the mountain peak.
It was a woman in her late twenties. Her beauty revealed a valiant spirit. At this moment, the night was shrouded, and her spirit was like autumn snow. Who else could it be other than Jialou Cailing?
Jialou Cailing took a step forward. Under her tight orange dress, the curves of her graceful body were outlined. It was enough to make people's noses bleed.
Then, Jialou Cailing stood beside the two figures. Looking at the scene in front of her, she was stunned. She was dumbfounded.
At this moment, the two men on the ground, one old and one young, were each holding a wine jar. One of their hands was still hugging each other. They were drunk, and they did not know where they were.
"This …"
Jialou Cailing was stunned for a while before she came back to her senses. The dignified patriarch of the Golden-Winged Great Roc Clan, her father who had always been incomparably dignified in her heart, was actually so drunk. Moreover, he was drunk together with that fellow. She was afraid that no one would believe her even if she told others about it.
"Sigh …"
After a while, Jialou Cailing smiled bitterly. Then, she squatted down and hugged Du Shaofu in her arms. With a slight tap of her foot, a golden light surged, and her figure suddenly flew away.
"This wine is not bad."
In mid-air, Du Shaofu murmured. His red face had a smile. He stretched out his hands and felt that his body was soft. The faint fragrance was pleasant. He immediately hugged her tightly. Unintentionally, a demonic claw fell on the softest part of Jialou Cailing's chest.
"Little bastard, what are you doing?"
Under the moonlight, Jialou Cailing shouted in mid-air. However, it was useless.
"Little bastard."
Jialou Cailing helplessly snorted. She could only throw the demonic claw away.
"Mm."
While Du Shaofu was in a daze, he let out a soft snort from his throat. Conveniently, he tightly hugged that soft, seemingly boneless waist and leaned against that soft jade, occasionally rubbing himself against it.
"So, you're a little pervert. I'll take care of you next time."
Jialou Cailing was helpless. She scolded Du Shaofu a few times, but she could only let him be.
The night was cold like water. The moonlight was like silk.
The courtyard on the mountainside was brightly lit. Spiritual Fantasy Tiger King, Violent Bear King, Little Ying Ying, Little Falcon, Divine Ape King, and the others were all waiting.
"Why hasn't the Palace Master returned yet? Didn't he ask us to wait for him?"
Violent Bear King stretched out his neck to look outside. However, it was already late at night, and no one had returned.
"Let's wait a little longer. The Palace Master will not lie."
Little Falcon's eyes were firm and full of expectation. During this period, they had been looking forward to that great opportunity.
All the beast kings were waiting with anticipation. They were excited.
"Why hasn't father returned yet?"
Little Xingxing frowned and also stretched out his little head to look outside.
"He should be back."
Suddenly, Zi Xuan's purple eyes slightly twitched. Her voice was like the sound of nature.
"Is the Palace Master back?"
Spiritual Fantasy Tiger King, Violent Bear King, Little Falcon, and the others immediately rushed out. Little Xingxing followed behind, his speed faster than the Spiritual Fantasy Tiger King.
However, when the Spiritual Fantasy Tiger King, Violent Bear King, and the Divine Ape King arrived at the courtyard and saw Du Shaofu in Jialou Cailing's arms, they were all stunned.
"What happened to my father?"
Little Xingxing immediately asked. Looking at his godfather's appearance, he did not seem to be in a good condition.
"He drank too much."
Jialou Cailing directly threw Du Shaofu to the Spiritual Fantasy Tiger King. After glaring at Du Shaofu, she turned around and left.
"The Palace Master is drunk."
Spiritual Fantasy Tiger King was surprised as he carried Du Shaofu. Logically speaking, with their cultivation level, how could they get drunk from drinking?
Of course, with their cultivation level, they would not circulate their cultivation to resist the effects of drinking.
However, even if they did not circulate their cultivation, it would be too difficult for them to get drunk with their physical bodies.
"This wine seems to be a little different."
Ghost Chariot rarely spoke. Smelling the fragrance of the wine on Du Shaofu's body, he could feel that the wine was extraordinary.
"Quick, take my father to his room," Little Xingxing said in a childish voice.
Spiritual Fantasy Tiger King, Violent Bear King, and the others hurriedly threw the drunk Du Shaofu into the room.
"What about the great opportunity that the Palace Master mentioned? Are we still waiting?"
In the courtyard, Violent Bear King and the others came out of the room with a helpless expression.
"The Palace Master is drunk. Let's wait."
Spiritual Fantasy Tiger King glanced at Violent Bear King, also looking helpless.
"Mother, how is father?"
In the room, Little Xingxing asked Zi Xuan.
Zi Xuan placed several hand seals on Du Shaofu's body. Then, she raised her head and glanced at Du Shaofu, who was lying on the bed, and said, "He's fine. It's just that the wine he drank is not ordinary. He's fine now that he's sober."
"You scared me to death. I'm going out now."
Little Xingxing smiled. That little figure immediately left the room in joy.
Zi Xuan smiled faintly and turned around to leave. Suddenly, she paused and turned around to look. Du Shaofu, who was lying on the bed, had unknowingly grabbed her hand.
Zi Xuan was stunned. Before she could react, and before her beautiful face could even show anger, Du Shaofu pulled her over in a daze. She fell directly onto the bed and lay in his arms.
"Bastard."
Zi Xuan let out a soft cry. However, just as the words left her mouth, she was tightly hugged by a pair of sturdy arms. The more she struggled, the tighter the embrace became. A muffled voice sounded in her ears, "This fragrance is a little similar to that fierce woman."
[There's a new chapter. Little Yu is working hard to write.]
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