Zhilou felt strange. Could it be that the environment in another world is not suitable for his younger brother? It is like he is in Fengjiazhuang.

"Mom, Xiao Bo is already old and can't always live in this village. When I return to the holy land, I will take him with me and let him go to the holy land to practice kung fu."

"No, Zhilou, your father and I hope he is an ordinary person and can be a good kung fu." Yue Niang shook her head and said that she and Jian Xinghen had experienced so much, for the sake of the supreme martial arts.

, for the sake of a high position, I lost the best time I thought I was the one who believed to be. Now I live in this countryside and understand what they should cherish the most.

"Boer will stay in another world and be invincible with the world."

Yue Niang gently combed her son's hair. Xiao Bo raised his head and looked at Feng Zhilou. His eyes were full of desire. His father and mother arranged his future, but was he really willing?

"Maybe that's not what he wants."

Zhilou respects the ideas of her father and mother, but she knows that the impulse of youth will make her younger brother unwilling to stay in this village. Once he has the ability to leave here, he will fly away.

The delicious food was ready and the wine was poured on. Yue Niang looked up and the two men seemed to have finished playing. She walked in side by side, talking and laughing.

Seeing that Shang and Jian Xinghen returned safely, Zhilou finally breathed a sigh of relief. She had just poured the wine, and Shang walked over, picked up the wine glass and drank it all, then placed the wine glass on the table, and gently knocked her fingers.

He knocked on the empty wine glass and signaled Zhilou to fill it up again, then took off his long legs and sat down.

Jian Xinghen sat next to Shang, his eyes full of admiration for Shang.

"Son-in-law, come, we will never stop drunk." Jian Xinghen raised his glass of wine and wanted to drink with Chu Moshang. Zhilou was a little anxious when he heard this and hurriedly held his father's hand.

"Dad, he rarely drinks and is not good at drinking." Zhilou knew very well that Chu Moshang rarely drinks, and his alcohol tolerance was not good.

"A virtuous son-in-law, can't you drink?" Jian Xinghen said a virtuous son-in-law. The virtuous son-in-law was called Chu Moshang, and he had long abandoned the identity of Dragon Emperor and the lord of the city of Limang City. He was a family with Shang.

Shang Hao frowned and pulled Zhilou's hand away from Jian Xinghen's arm.

"Women don't care about men's affairs, come on, let's drink."

Seeing Shang picking up the wine glass again and drinking it all over again, Zhilou thought he had read it wrong, and this guy seemed to be planning to drink a lot.

"Yes, yes, women don't care about men's affairs, either sit down and drink, or go find your mother."

Jian Xinghen looked like a nostril of Shang and his nostrils. Zhilou could only shake his head helplessly and turned to find Yueniang. Yueniang was preparing food for Yan'er and Xiaobo. When he saw Zhilou walking back angrily

, smiled slightly.

"Your father hasn't drunk for several years. It's rare that they sit together like this. There is no longer any hostility, but a family. Let them drink it."

"Then, that's OK."

Zhilou nodded. When he looked back, Chu Moshang and Jian Xinghen drank another cup. When they talked about something, they actually burst into laughter. There was no feeling of looking at each other coldly back then.

Feng Zhilou had some food, but it was getting late. Yan'er and Xiaobo went to bed. Shang was still drinking with Jian Xinghen. She sat in the bamboo chair in the yard, yawning boredly.

"Son-in-law, come and drink again!" Jian Xinghen's voice came over. When Zhilou looked, they drank another drink. I don't know how much it was. When will the Dragon Emperor and the Lord of the City of Salt Mang City become

It's a drunkard.

After sitting a little tired, Zhilou went back to the room, lit up the candlelight, picked up a book, and read it casually.

About midnight, Shang was not back yet, Zhilou put down the book and shook his head helplessly.

"I used to be beaten to death, but now I'm drinking and laughing so hard, it's really..."

She fell on the quilt. As soon as she felt sleepy, there were intermittent footsteps and vague shouts from outside the door.

"Zhilou, madam..."

Zhilou hurriedly got up, walked to the door, and when he opened the door, Shang Gao's body rushed up and fell on her shoulder. If she hadn't prepared in advance, she would have been pressed to the ground.

Shang got drunk too much and got drunk. His face was soaked with Hanhong's color, making him even more sexy and handsome.

"Madam... you smell so good..." Shang picked up the corner of his mouth and said a frivolous word. The words "You smell so good" made Zhilou's ears hot.

"You are drunk and smelly."

Zhilou embarrassedly held Shang's body, hoping to help him on the bed, but he hugged her waist, pushed her back and pushed her against the wall, with a pair of drunken eyes

Staring firmly at Zhilou.

"Madam, I'm not drunk for my husband, I miss you very much for my husband. I think about it every day, always thinking about it, and also thinking about it in the Holy Land Hall, I can't control it..."

Shang stretched out his hand and pinched Zhilou's cheek, which made her scream. It hurts so much, and the words he said were even more bold. He said that he often distracted when he was working with the elders in the hall.

Zhilou's face turned red suddenly. She was drunk and her words were really presumptuous, but she believed that what he was telling the truth today, because every time Zhilou walked into the Holy Land Hall, she felt the look of the sacred eyes.

He was very focused and looked at him, but this man was very calm and could not easily detect his thoughts.

"You're drunk..."

When Zhilou thought of this, he was really embarrassed. He never thought that Shang was so obsessed with her. He felt a little sweet in his heart, as if they had been a couple for many years, but his enthusiasm did not decrease at all.

"You made me drunk..."

Shang circled his arms and his cheeks. At this distance, Zhilou could even feel his strong breathing with alcohol.

"Your eyes, eyebrows, nose, your chin, the sound of your speech, everything is so good..." His intoxicated eyes fell on Zhilou's lips, thinking about it all in every way, as if her lips were inflated.

What made him unable to get rid of?

"Okay, I'll help you rest." Zhilou avoided Shang's warm gaze and tried to push him away, but even if this guy was drunk, he was extremely strong. The look in his eyes became more and more shy.

.

"My wife is so beautiful... she is beautiful even if she wears a commoner."

After his obsessive praise, he enveloped her firmly with a strong smell of alcohol. Although Zhilou wanted to say something, his mind and behavior were no longer dominated, and even his brain lost his mind at this moment.
Chapter completed!