Zhuwu's arrival brought back some not-so-pleasant memories. Although it has been a long time and Xi Che is no longer that sad, his mood is still affected to some extent.

Even the joy of reuniting with Chu Yan had faded a lot.

When the two returned to the palace, Chu Yan realized that the whole table of dishes he had carefully prepared were ruined. He stared at the mess on the floor and frowned unhappily.

Xi Che smiled and said, "Fortunately, I'm full. If I eat a few more bites, I won't be able to drink the wine."

He didn't want Chu Yan to have any conflict with Zhu Wu again, especially because of such a small matter.

“Go get the wine glass quickly. I haven’t had Dragon Marrow for a long time. My mouth is watering just hearing the name.”

Fairy Ninglu was confident that the wine she brewed was delicious and mellow, comparable to Dragon Marrow, so she named it Dragon Marrow. This is not her boasting, but the wine is indeed mellow and rich, and it tastes amazing. However, this wine has a strong aftereffect, and even gods with insufficient cultivation will get drunk if they drink too much. They are afraid of making a fool of themselves after getting drunk and damaging their dignity, so few people dare to drink too much.

The only exception is Xi Che, he doesn't care about his image at all. When you are drunk, you can just find a place to sleep without worrying about being seen.

Chu Yan remembered all these things.

But this time when he went to Ninglu to look for wine, she said that she had not brewed wine for a long time. She just seemed to remember that she had buried a jar under a tree in the pear garden, but she didn't know which tree it was.

"You can look for it yourself, but don't damage my garden."

Chu Yan dug up every tree in the pear garden to look for the jar of wine. Finally, he found it under the wall in the northwest corner. Then he filled the holes one by one...which wasted time.

When he left, Ninglu teased him playfully, "My Lord, who are you looking for wine for? Why are you so persistent?"

Chu Yan naturally would not answer her. Ninglu then said that the wine reminded her of someone.

Chu Yan couldn't help but smile slightly. He still didn't explain anything. He thanked him and left.

He didn't want anyone to know about Xi Che's existence. The fewer people knew, the less trouble there would be.

They finally decided to drink the wine by the Bi Bo Chi, where the scenery was beautiful and suitable for drinking and chatting.

In fact, the main purpose should be to chat. They both had a lot to say to each other, but when they calmed down, they didn't know where to start.

After thinking for a long time, Xi Che took the lead in raising his glass to clink with Chu Yan's, then he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp: "Thank you for saving me just now."

It's not that he didn't hear what Chu Yan said. To be honest, he was deeply moved. But Xi Che did not dare to let his imagination run wild. He knew that what he understood was far from what Chu Yan wanted to express.

Chu Yan is just a nice person... I don’t have any special feelings for him.

Chu Yan looked at Xi Che, his eyes almost fixed on his face. Xi Che did not notice. He did not dare to look at Chu Yan, for he was afraid that his eyes would reveal too much.

Xi Che poured another glass of wine and drank it again.

Drinking a few more cups of wine gave Xi Che courage to say the next words. Chu Yan was always taciturn. If he hadn't spoken first, they really wouldn't have had any conversation that night.

...

No, I need another drink.

Xi Che was about to pour himself another glass, but Chu Yan took the wine jug away. Xi Che looked at him, and the latter said, "Don't drink so fast."

Xi Che was silent for a while, and sighed slowly: "But I know you are still blaming me."

Chu Yan frowned: "Why do

you say that?" "Fill it up for me."

Chu Yan was a little helpless, but he could only fill Xi Che's glass. Xi Che picked up the wine glass and sipped it slowly this time. He squinted his eyes, and it seemed that his eyes were a little blurred: "The things I did... there should be no one who would not blame me. It is normal for you to blame me... but you still saved me today, Chu Yan, you are such a good person. I know that out of the Shinto spirit of rescue, you still care about our old friendship, so you can't bear to see me die under your nose... you are such a good person."

Chu Yan heard what he said clearly, and the hand holding the wine glass exerted a little force, almost crushing the glass - caring about our old friendship? Is he a good person? He would not do such a thing just because of their friendship as classmates. If it were someone else today, he would definitely not interfere.

Xi Che said so much but didn't hear Chu Yan speak. He couldn't help but curl his lips and swallowed the third glass of wine.

"But you're making it very difficult for me."

Xi Che said secretly. Chu Yan didn't hear clearly. He turned his head to look at him, but didn't hear Xi Che continue to speak. Chu Yan was silent for a moment, picked up the wine jug again and poured wine for Xi Che: "Asa, you might as well just say it straight."

"Then I'll just say it straight."

Chu Yan looked at him and nodded, but the next second, with a "pa" sound, a slap was gently placed on Chu Yan's hand. Xi Che grabbed Chu Yan's wrist to stop him from pouring the wine.

Chu Yan was confused and looked at Xi Che.

As a result, Xi Che seemed to be lost in his own thoughts and held his wrist for a long time: "Your wrist is so beautiful."

"...Asa?"

Chu Yan was stunned for a moment. He lowered his head to look at Xi Che's face carefully, and then looked at the wine jug in his hand - his eyes were blurred and his cheeks were slightly red. Could he be drunk...

No way, it's only three cups.

It was not the first time for them to drink the Dragon-Slaying Marrow. Xi Che had drunk three or four jars before and was only slightly tipsy. Chu Yan had never been drunk either, so neither of them took it seriously.

But they forgot that Xi Che is no longer the same person he used to be. A kick from a fairy crane could seriously injure him. Do they still think he is the war god who could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk? The Dragon-Slaying Marrow tastes delicious and mellow, but it is very easy to get drunk. The lower the cultivation level, the easier it is to get drunk. One glass is enough to get him drunk.

Xi Che originally drank to give himself courage, but he drank too much. He was thinking about what to say next, but his eyes were involuntarily attracted by Chu Yan's action of pouring wine for him back and forth. His eyes fell on the exposed white wrist, and his mind suddenly became confused.

Then they went and arrested him.

He was brave this time, but a little too brave.

Chu Yan put the wine jug on the table, but Xi Che still held him tightly. His thumb was placed on the inside of Chu Yan's wrist, sliding slowly, and he muttered: "The woman beside the wine shop is like the moon, and her white wrists are covered with frost and snow..."

Chu Yan already thought his behavior was strange, and when he heard him reciting some sexy poems like a lecher, his eyes suddenly turned cold - this was probably a trick he played on the woman he liked in the past.

She is like the moon, condensed into frost and snow... He had no idea that Asa was so considerate of human nature.

It's quite elegant.

Chu Yan stared at Xi Che with a frosty face. He clenched the hand that Xi Che was holding into a fist and struggled for a while, but in the end he was reluctant to pull his hand back.

After Xi Che finished muttering that obscene poem, he still held him tightly, lowered his head and knocked his forehead on the table. He was completely unaware of how subtle the atmosphere was at the moment, and went on talking to himself: "There's something I've been wanting to figure out, but I don't know... how to start."

"What is it? Tell me."

Xi Che chuckled and said embarrassedly: "It's... embarrassing to say it out loud."

"..."

Xi Che suddenly raised his head, stared at Chu Yan and asked: "Why didn't you come that day? If you had come... at least you could have seen me for the last time."

Chu Yan was just being amused by him, but he didn't expect to be stabbed in the back right after that. Xi Che was vague in his words, but Chu Yan knew what he was talking about. What else in their lives could be called the "last meeting"? Of course it was the time when he died...

Chu Yan gently held Xi Che's hand, feeling heartbroken, and his breathing became rapid. Xi Che didn't seem to expect his answer. He put his hand on Chu Yan's shoulder and instantly leaned forward to him, very close to him: "Why... do you blame me? Do you feel ashamed to be my colleague... Do you think it's embarrassing to have... to have an old friend like me?"

Chu Yan could hardly hear what Xi Che said. He just felt that the distance between them was too close, so close that they could even transmit each other's breathing.

"Asa, I didn't..."

"You did!"

Xi Che interrupted Chu Yan's explanation, pointed a finger at his nose, and seemed a little aggrieved: "Don't say you can't come... Zhu Wu said it, but I don't believe it. You have never shown up in the battle between gods and demons. You are so powerful, why don't you show up? Why don't you stop me... Am I not worthy of your attack, Mingzhao Tianshen!"

Chu Yan was stunned by his question, but Xi Che suddenly complained to himself. He let go of Chu Yan's shoulders, leaned on the table and poured wine into his glass. Xi Che stared at the thin wine and murmured: "Before Taohua died... she said she was very happy to see me for the last time. I can understand how she feels. You are all ashamed of me... right? So you don't even want to see me..."

Chu Yan's face turned ugly: "You are drunk."

Xi Che smiled, picked up the wine glass, poured it into his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp. He took a deep breath: "It doesn't matter, I understand you. But you should have joined the battle earlier... If you killed me earlier, many people could have survived."

"..."

Chu Yan looked at Xi Che who was lying on the table drinking. He felt helpless and angry. He now knew why Xi Che felt embarrassed to ask. If he was sober, he would never say these words frankly. He was too concerned about his reputation.

Chu Yan grabbed Xi Che's arm and pulled him up from the table: "Come here."

Xi Che was a little confused: "What for..."

"I know that even if I explain it to you today, you may not remember it when you wake up tomorrow... But now, come with me."

Xi Che was pulled back to the bedroom. Chu Yan threw him onto the couch roughly. Xi Che didn't sit firmly and fell down. When he looked up, he saw Chu Yan undressing with his back to him...

...

Xi Che looked at the green veil above his head and murmured in despair: "You pulled me out in such a hurry, did you want to rape me? I've never seen such a thing in my life... Lord Mingzhao God, you are really impatient..."

He said this without any move of resistance, lying there limply, muttering - after drinking a pot of Dragon Slaying Marrow, Xi Che had no fear of sex after being drunk, so naturally he spoke without restraint. Chu Yan had never seen him being so shameless before, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.

He wanted to pull Xi Che up, but he didn't know if he hurt him accidentally. Xi Che immediately pointed at his untied waist belt and yelled, "Don't be so rude, okay? I can't beat you, I will cooperate with you!"

"..." If he wasn't a drunk, he would have really killed him!

Chu Yan had thought about using force, but in this situation, he always felt that something was wrong. He should ask Ninglu whether drinking too much Dragon Slaying Marrow would be harmful to the succubus's brain.

Fortunately, Baihu was not there - he had just tried his best to protect Xi Che, and seeing that he was listless and his body seemed to have shrunk a little, Xi Che let him go back to his sea of ​​consciousness to rest - otherwise, he would have been ridiculed by the spirit beast.

"Sit still!"

Chu Yan forcibly pulled Xi Che up, and with great effort finally made him sit properly. Then he turned his back to him, took off his clothes, and showed him his back.

Xi Che looked at his back with drunken eyes, then slowly opened his eyes wide and moved closer: "Is this... a burn from a lightning strike? No... it doesn't look like the marks left by a thunder pool, what's going on with this scar?"

Chu Yan was a jade spirit, and his skin should have been smooth and flawless, but now after he took off his robe, there was a large mark on his back that looked like a burn, roughly circular, but actually irregular, as if something had rushed out of Chu Yan's body and broke through the skin and flesh on his back, and it became like this after the wound healed.

This is too strange. He is a god. Ordinary weapons cannot leave any marks on a god's body. Even if it is a weapon, it cannot be seen what kind of weapon caused it.

"It's the Yuan-Breaking Hook."

"What..."

Xi Che was stunned for a moment. When these three words jumped into his mind, he couldn't help but shudder. Isn't that the legendary forbidden weapon... In the Nine Netherworld, I believe that not many people know about the Yuan-Breaking Hook. It was only because of his special profession that Xi Che heard about it from the old God of War. This thing can pull the god's soul out of the body, or kill it, or imprison the soul and the god in order to achieve the purpose of punishment.

However, because this method is too cruel, the sequelae are very serious - even if the soul is barely preserved, the connection between the soul and the owner will be severed, and the soul will become waste.

This punishment was abolished long ago, how could Chu Yan become like this?

"Why did I use the Broken Yuan Hook on you? What did you do wrong?"

Chu Yan didn't say anything, but just silently pulled up his robe to cover the scar on his back: "That's not important, you just need to know that I didn't not participate in that battle because I didn't want to see you, but I was injured and couldn't participate."

After being injured by the Broken Yuan Hook, he would have to sleep for hundreds of years or recuperate for decades. He must have been in seclusion during that time...

Xi Che just shook his head and repeated in disbelief: "But what mistake did you make... You can't make a mistake, you are the only one in the world who can't make a mistake."

Chu Yan seemed to smile bitterly: "I will make mistakes too."

"No!!"

Xi Che suddenly interrupted him loudly, he grabbed Chu Yan's robe and pulled it off, staring at the terrible scar for a long time: "Is it because of me? I implicated you, right?"

Chu Yan frowned and looked back, then pulled up his robe again: "I said it's not important, you just need to know..."

“Waaaaaaaaaa——!!!!”

He hadn’t finished his words when someone suddenly hugged him tightly from behind. Chu Yan’s next words were suddenly cut off in his mouth and he couldn’t continue. He felt Xi Che's face buried in his back, and soon his back became wet.

For some reason, he cried until he was hoarse, as if the belief he had been trying hard to maintain was overturned, as if the secret he had been carefully protecting was revealed, as if the last bit of persistence was also ruthlessly destroyed: "I don't want to hurt you!! Only you! I don't want to hurt you!! Do you know that!!!"

Chu Yan suddenly choked, and for some reason, he regretted telling Xi Che about this.

Chu Yan frowned and slowly turned around, hugging Xi Che's body: "Asa..."

The other party rolled into his arms like that.

Chu Yan subconsciously hugged him tightly. The sound of his breathing in his arms was so close that Chu Yan felt comforted but also distracted. He hadn't put on his clothes yet, and Xi Che's face was directly pressed against him.

Chu Yan held Xi Che stiffly for a long time. The sobbing of the person in his arms gradually subsided, leaving only a faint embarrassment and silence. Chu Yan suddenly tightened his arms, turned over and pressed Xi Che on the bed - what was he doing, wasn't the person he had been thinking about day and night already in his arms, why was he still hesitating.

"Asa."

Chu Yan's voice was no longer as calm as Lengquan's. Instead, it carried a hint of hoarseness from being suppressed for too long, and was even infected with human desires.

He was answered with a series of peaceful snoring sounds.

"..."

Chu Yan felt that he would probably be pissed off to death by him sooner or later.