In the wine room, in front of the table, there was a candlelight, a pile of wine, several plates of peanuts, a bowl of pickles, and two large wine bowls. The laughter of the two men was filled with laughter and could be heard far away.

"I said, Lao Zhao, which two do you think will end up fighting in this big test? I think it might be Song Zhe and your precious apprentice in the end."

"Not necessarily. The third child has also broken through, and maybe he can give it a shot. Qin Yuan's apprentice has also broken through. They should all have a chance, but it depends on which one of them can resist for a while." Zhao Li took a sip.

He took a sip and said calmly.

"Why are you taking sips one by one? This is not like your usual self. Forget it, this has nothing to do with me. By the way, your little apprentice has not yet exhausted all the toxins in his body. Xin'er said he would go back in the evening.

Change his medicine."

"Excuse me. Speaking of him, I remembered something." Zhao Li took over.

"Oh, what's the matter?"

"That kid's spiritual power is more than ten times that of ours. Do you know, what a terrifying thing this is. I saw it with my own eyes. Uncle Master taught him the swordsmanship of leapfrogging, dragon entanglement, you know, we all know that thing

He started practicing on the third level, and he has just practiced on the second level, and his uncle asked him to practice. Moreover, I want to tell you something, and you have to promise not to tell anyone."

"What's the matter? Tell me. We've known each other for so many years, and you still don't believe me?"

"That guy practiced on the second and third floors together. It was his uncle who did it. I argued hard and failed."

"But pull him down. You still fought hard. The most you said was one sentence, and then you were driven away by your uncle in despair. Can we juniors compete with him? Are you kidding me?" Pei Qinhu said with great disdain.

While talking, Pei Qinhu drank a large bowl of wine, filled it for himself, and made a tut-tsk sound.

"No, isn't this against the rules?" Pei Qinhu suddenly reacted and asked.

"Yes, but uncle, he has the rules. Otherwise, what can I do if you hold it in? These rules are to restrain the disciples, not him. You and I both know that." Zhao Li nodded.

"That's true. Being entangled by an over-level dragon training will kill people. Is that kid's spiritual power so strong?" Pei Qinhu couldn't help but ask.

"That's natural. Let me ask you, can you set your whole body on fire and carry yourself through the rapids in the back mountain for six hours? If you could, I guess my uncle would teach you swordsmanship over the next level."

Pei Qinhu scratched his head and said, "Four hours should be fine. Six hours is a bit too much. My spiritual power is not strong enough to support that. It's a full half a day. That's it."

"Yes, you and I

I couldn't do it, but I saw with my own eyes that boy stood under that waterfall for six hours a year ago. The torrent fell and hit him, but it never extinguished the flames on his body."

"Hiss... this must be a monster. I thought I was standing in the river. If I were under the waterfall, it would take an hour less, and the spiritual energy consumed would be even greater." I drank another large bowl of wine.

"That's right, do you still remember that Yang Eye back then? The moment he opened his Yang Eye, half of the spiritual energy in his body was completely consumed in an instant. Although we don't know how strong the Yang Eye is,

We can know how much spiritual power it consumes, after all, that guy was killed by us after his penis opened, so you know."

Zhao Li kept watching the movements of Pei Qinhu's hands while he was speaking. As he watched, he just said a few words, and Pei Qinhu drank a bowl of wine, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

Hearing Zhao Li's words, Pei Qinhu put down his wine bowl for a rare moment and started thinking. Zhao Li didn't say anything anymore, but quietly sipped his wine in small sips.

Under the dim candlelight, the two figures were stretched apart. In the distance, Lan Xin's footsteps were slowly approaching here.

"Are you saying that opening his eyes requires this kid to consume an even greater amount of spiritual energy, even twice as much as what we saw back then?" Pei Qinhu asked tentatively.

"Maybe, I don't know, but when this kid opened his dark eyes, he almost killed people. I'm afraid you will never see that kind of scenery in your life. The wind is blowing, but no trees and grass are moving. The surroundings around him are

Everything was immersed in ice, and everywhere he walked was covered with frost. He was like a dead body moving slowly, lifeless, but what could be felt was that his vitality was really disappearing quickly.

Although it may have nothing to do with his eyes, which were beaten by those juniors, I still can't forget his gray, emotionless eyes."

Zhao Li drank it all in one gulp, his eyes secretly glanced at Pei Qinhu, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Pei Qinhu said nothing. He was thinking about what Zhao Li meant by his words. If he knew that Zhao Li just wanted to wait for Lan Xin, he would be angry to death.

With one hand on the table, supporting his chin, Pei Qinhu drank one bowl after another, and kept thinking about what a terrible thing this was.

Zhao Li touched his smooth chin, but looked outside the door. The sound of footsteps, neither big nor small, unhurried, had already sounded. He knew that Lan Xin had arrived.

With a "squeak", the door was pushed open. Pei Qinhu was still in his own thoughts and did not react. However, Zhao Li straightened his sitting posture and moved a chair from behind to put it in front of the table.

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Lan Xin was not polite and sat down, looking at Pei Qinhu on the right who was drinking from a large bowl.

"Ahem..." Zhao Li coughed a few times, trying to remind Pei Qinhu because he was ready to watch the show.

Pei Qinhu suddenly jumped out of his thoughts because of these sounds. Then he felt something was wrong and turned his head to look. Lan Xin was looking at him with a smile on his face.

Pei Qinhu sat upright in an instant, but his hands were swaying around without knowing where they were placed.

"Let's go back with me." Lan Xin didn't hesitate and said this simply.

Pei Qinhu rubbed his hands and asked tentatively: "Madam, can you be lenient for a while? I promise you will be home before midnight, how about that?"

"No, you really want to drink this wine?"

"That's not true. It's just that Senior Brother Zhao and I were catching up on old times and couldn't help but have a few drinks." Pei Qinhu tried to explain and kept winking at Zhao Li.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Li seemed not to see it and ignored him completely. Zhao Li wanted to see him embarrassed, so how could he help him?

Lan Xin glanced at Zhao Li and found that he didn't want to take care of it. She decided in her heart that Pei Qinhu was addicted to alcohol and deliberately used Zhao Li as a shield. She knew that Zhao Li didn't like wine as much as her husband.

So obsessed.

"Let's go back. Otherwise, don't come back." Now that Lan Xin had made up her mind, she was too lazy to talk nonsense to Pei Qinhu. She stood up and left after saying this.

When Zhao Li saw it, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Junior sister, why don't you stay a little longer?"

Lan Xin looked back at Zhao Li and said with some disdain: "You are not a good person either."

Zhao Li was stunned for a moment, but Pei Qinhu, who was standing beside him, laughed, patted Zhao Li on the shoulder and said, "I'll see you next time, I'll go back. Hahahahaha!"

Pei Qinhu stood up and followed Lan Xin.

"this......"

From a distance, Lan Xin's voice came: "The Zhao Li I know is not a person who is idle and does nothing all day long. He should be the god of death who makes the monster clan fear and the demons fear."

Zhao Li shook his head and laughed, in a low voice that only he could hear: "Zhao Li, the God of Death, is dead."
Chapter completed!