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How could Feng Zhi control the volume of his voice when she was drunk? His voice even carried a bit of spirit energy.

If not for Feng Zhi grabbing him by the collar, Feng Ming would definitely have sat down on the ground with her butt.

After a long while, Feng Ming reached out and patted Feng Zhi's cheeks that were slightly flushed, "Feng Zhi, wake up quickly. Let me go, let go …"

As he finished speaking, Feng Ming also became a little mad.

However, how could Feng Zhi hear what he had to say at the moment? She could only grip onto Feng Ming tightly, grabbing onto the topic of conversation and refusing to let go, she continued to ask, "Speak, which mountain did you belong to, and which mountain did your King send you to patrol?"

Feng Ming was simply about to cry, what was this!

If it wasn't for the fact that the person pulling him was his own sister, or if it wasn't because he couldn't afford to offend someone he didn't dare to offend, he would have just punched her.

To punch Feng Zhi?

That kind of scene was too beautiful, Feng Ming honestly did not dare to watch it.

But when Feng Ming went crazy in his heart, Feng Zhi actually started to hum a song about small demons patrolling the mountains.

"The sun winks at me,

The bird sings to me,

I'm a little goblin who works hard and doesn't stick to people,

Don't ask me where I come from,

And don't ask me where I'm going,

I want to pluck the most beautiful flowers,

for my little public service,

The King sent me on a tour of the mountains,

I turned the world around,

Beat my drum, beat my gong,

Life is full of rhythm,

The King sent me on a tour of the mountains,

to catch a monk for dinner,

The water in this mountain stream was incomparably sweet.

"No envy of mandarins, no envy of immortals …"

Long Yan and Feng Lai Feng Ming heard it until two black lines appeared on their foreheads. What were they singing?

But Feng Zhi actually started to sing extremely happily. Not only did she loosen her grip on Feng Ming's hand, she even grabbed the chopsticks on the table and used it as a microphone.

It was fine if she sang, but she did not let Long Yan and the other two who were listening.

When the song came to an end, Feng Zhi stared at the speechless Feng Lai with a pair of eyes that seemed clear but were actually drunk to the point of being unable to focus. She then hooked her fingers at Feng Lai, "You, tell me, how did I sing it?"

In his entire life, he had never seen Feng Zhi like this. He was both shocked and frightened, how could this drunk person have any sort of logic, he was afraid that his response would make Feng Zhi crazy, so Feng Lai hurriedly coaxed her: "Sing well, sing the best."

Perhaps because Feng Lai's answer satisfied Feng Zhi, she reached out her hand and pushed Feng Lai to the side, then swept her dazed eyes over the three people around her, finally landing on Long Yan.

Long Yan was someone who completely doted on Feng Zhi, when he saw Feng Zhi looking at him, he did not even need to hook his finger, but he already came to Feng Zhi's side, and even went as close as possible. If he was even close enough, he could touch Feng Zhi's lips, and Feng Lai could not bear it, and pulled him a little back a bit, just like that, Long Yan blinked his eyes in regret.

Seeing that Long Yan took the initiative to deliver it to him, Feng Zhi nodded his head in satisfaction, pointed at his nose and asked: "Then, tell me, am I the most beautiful little open event?"

Long Yan was stuck for a while.

Of course he wanted to nod yes, but who could tell him what a little public event was?

It was this hesitation on Long Yan's part that caused him to blink, and then, the anger on his face flared up, as he raised his fist and smashed it towards Long Yan's face, "You little demon, you dare to say that I'm not the most beautiful little event?"

Looking at her, she was so angry that she almost treated Long Yan as her enemy.

Long Yan felt a headache watching this.

Of course he did not want to be hit by Feng Zhi's fist, but seeing how Feng Zhi was like this, if he dodged, Feng Zhi would definitely smack him down the face, so seeing Feng Zhi's fist getting closer and closer to him, he did not avoid it and allowed Feng Zhi to kiss his cheek with her own fist.

Pow!

The fist came into contact with Long Yan's face, causing a burst of muffled sound to ring out.

Feng Zhi did not hold back at all, you could tell just by hearing the voice. Ever since Feng Lai and Feng Ming saw through Long Yan's intentions towards Feng Zhi, they had almost never given him a good look, but when they saw that Long Yan did not try to dodge or let Feng Zhi beat him up, they could not help but feel pained for him.

Perhaps because he had noticed the look in Feng Lai's and Feng Ming's eyes, while supporting the swaying Feng Zhi, Long Yan turned his head towards Feng Lai and Feng Ming and said, "It's okay, I'm thick-skinned."

He was telling the truth.

Feng Lai and Feng Ming looked at Long Yan's face which had just been punched in the face.

One had to know, they had all experienced just how strong Feng Zhi's hand was. After taking this punch, Long Yan's face did not have the slightest bit of redness or swelling, but it was truly as he had said, thick-skinned.

But Feng Zhi was still not giving up.

After beating Long Yan up with a punch and being supported by Long Yan, Feng Zhi even shook her white fist at Long Yan, and threatened him: "Tell me, am I the most beautiful little open event in the end?"

At this time, Feng Zhi was supporting Feng Zhi, so the two of them were extremely close. When Feng Zhi finished speaking, that warm breath, which carried the faint smell of alcohol, gently wrapped around Long Yan's neck, almost instantly causing Long Yan's neck to flush red.

Long Yan glanced at Feng Zhi's face that could be broken with a blow, and rejoiced in her heart that Feng Zhi was drunk at this moment.

Otherwise...

He could even imagine that Feng Zhi would definitely not let go of this chance to make fun of him.

After a long while, when he thought about how Feng Zhi had gotten drunk, Long Yan retracted his train of thoughts, and heard that Feng Zhi was still insisting on the question of whether or not she was the most beautiful little public event. Although she did not know what the little public event was, it did not stop Long Yan from learning a new method to please Feng Zhi.

Therefore, he supported Feng Zhi with both hands and softly said: "Yes, of course you're the most beautiful little public deed in my heart."

Hearing the answer that he wanted to hear, Feng Zhi's heart was finally satisfied.

However, she immediately had a new problem.

Feng Zhi looked at Long Yan with such a serious expression, it made Long Yan think that she had woken up all of a sudden.

Just as Long Yan was about to wave his hand in front of Feng Zhi's eyes to test her strength, Feng Zhi suddenly grabbed his hair and said sternly: "You liar!"

Long Yan originally had a head of black hair that was bound naturally, but how strong were Feng Zhi's hands? With just a grab, he had snapped Long Yan's hair, and his long hair had naturally fallen down like that as well.