Chapter 1328

Yang Ping swayed and walked unsteadily. In the dark, he staggered and almost fell to the ground. After drinking a glass of wine, this can't happen. With his current constitution, it's impossible to get drunk.

But I was drunk.

Yang Ping was awe inspiring. The problem lay in the glass of wine. Highly toxic is not terrible, but it is the heart. Unexpectedly, he was betrayed in the end. Yang Ping smiled bitterly. He thought he had at least maintained an ordinary relationship with boss Tao. Unexpectedly, he was stabbed in the back.

This knife almost killed me.

The wine is terrible.

In fact, there is no poison, it is intoxicating. Yang Ping has never seen a kind of wine with such terrible power. It will be OK to drink 100 degrees of industrial alcohol directly, but a jar of old wine is weak.

This glass of wine comes from a mysterious figure, a terrible expert who can change the stars.

This cup of wine has been brewing for too much time. Kaifeng alone can intoxicate creatures within a radius of ten kilometers, but it is difficult to make a difference after special treatment by special people. It is also known by Yang Ping's perception.

In an instant, Yang Ping thought a lot.

The loser of Longcheng will can't be so powerful unless

Yang Ping's heart sank and his eyes blurred.

Three dark shadows appeared in the street and went towards him, forming a hidden encirclement. They were all saints, and they were saints without personal feelings. They used the three talents to return to the yuan array, which could give full play to their strength, comparable to the great sage.

It can be seen that the other party has paid enough attention to him by using three fierce saints who are not afraid of death and are comparable to experts in the realm of great saints to kill a drunk Yang Ping.

Yang Ping lost his smile, stopped and looked at the world quietly. The world became particularly cold. He shook his head and sighed.

Those people probably thought that his strength remained in the duel of Taoist Zun.

The three shot fiercely.

Three talents return to the yuan. The virtual shadow of the sage is derived from the head of each saint. One is a fierce tiger that can bite off the green mountain, the other is an orangutan who beats his chest, which is earth shaking. The other is a long gun that pierces the sky. The virtual shadow of the three sages rushed to Yang Ping. The fierce tiger bit Yang Ping's neck, the orangutan punched Yang Ping's belly, and the long gun pierced his eyebrows.

The three saints, with their extreme combat effectiveness, have no reservations. If you want to kill with one blow, you will be killed.

Yang Ping looks at the world drunk.

The world is upside down.

So all beings are upside down.

His pupils flashed, and the reality in front of him turned into illusion. His eyes jumped out of two golden flames, and with a bang, they turned into a wall, inserted into the ground and resisted the attack of the three people. The tiger was stopped by the fire wall, and his body burned and gave out a scream of sobbing. The orangutan was even worse. His fist was burned to ashes by the fire wall, and his whole arm was wasted. Before the long gun arrived, it was burnt into coke by the flame.

One move attack.

Defeat the enemy with one move.

But this is not a game, but a fight between life and death. Either you die or I live. The three saints were expressionless and continued to attack. Even if the original Taoist fruit was broken, they would kill Yang Ping.

Yang Ping was awe inspiring.

It's too difficult to be a saint. Refining a saint is even more terrible. Being able to send three saints at one time is even more terrible. Yang Ping snorted coldly, and the wall of fire exploded into three streamers, passing through the eyebrows of the three people respectively.

Time stands still.

Yang Ping coughed and his head became more and more dizzy. He began to bump when walking and might fall to the ground at any time, but he insisted on leaving. Although he didn't know whether there was an expert sneak attack in the dark, he was not afraid.

The spirits of the three holy places were destroyed.

Yang Ping left the street and felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier. He was about to fall asleep.

Unknowingly came to the familiar community.

Yang Ping held the door and went in. There was a cry from the security guard behind. However, the security guard felt cold in front of him. There was no trace of Yang Ping. He was so scared that his back was cold. In a secret way, it's not a ghost.

Ding Dong.

Mu Zihan just coaxed Xuanxuan to sleep, sat in front of the dressing table, looked at the pretty face in the mirror, gently stroked it, sighed in his heart, and said secretly, after all, I'm much older than him, and with Xuanxuan, if I were a man, I wouldn't choose myself. Besides, there are so many women around him. Each woman is so excellent and beautiful. She is just a little beautiful. Compared with others, she is not worth mentioning.

Feeling more and more desolate, Mu Zihan felt guilty and tangled, and then calmed down slowly. There is no turning back in life. Choosing the wrong one will pay the price. She never thought about whether he would choose himself without a previous marriage, because Xuanxuan is the best gift from God.

With Xuanxuan, what else can I ask for?

Blame it on their fate.

Mu Zihan got up and wanted to take a bath. When he heard the doorbell, he wondered to himself, who is it so late? Through the cat's eye, Mu Zihan's heart beat faster and his pretty face turned red when he saw that it was the face he had been longing for all day. He thought, why did he come to me so late?

After finishing his mind, Mu Zihan opened the door and Yang Ping fell into her arms. With a cry of surprise, Mu Zihan hurriedly said, "Yang Ping, what's the matter with you?"

Yang Ping didn't answer because he slept very hard.

Mu Zihan didn't complain. He helped Yang Ping to the living room, lay on the sofa, poured a cup of boiled water and wanted to feed water, but Yang Ping slept too much and couldn't open his mouth. The weather was hot and the temperature in the living room was slightly higher. Mu Zihan was afraid that Yang Ping would be uncomfortable when he fell asleep, so he helped him to his bed.

Take off your clothes, slippers and get everything done. Mu Zihan breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, he was sweating profusely and said, "this enemy, what are you doing when you get drunk at night?" he immediately thought that it would not be a bad mood.

With a slight sigh, Mu Zihan glanced bitterly and went to take a bath.

After taking a bath, Mu Zihan came to the room in his pajamas and wanted to let him sleep in a room by himself. He crowded with Xuanxuan and wanted to close the door, but he began to tangle at the door. Keep Yang Ping in the room. If you kick the quilt, will you catch a cold.

Mu Zihan went to the bed and helped Yang Ping cover the quilt again. He called a few times and moved a few times. He found that Yang Ping slept too dead. Even if the sky fell, it was impossible to wake him up.

She sat at the head of the bed and looked at Yang Ping's face with soft and affectionate eyes.

Watching, watching, his eyes gradually became crazy. Mu Zihan couldn't help reaching out to touch Yang Ping's face, but his slender palm was stiff in the air, his pretty face was crimson, and he said secretly, is this harassment?

If he suddenly wakes up and sees me

He'll think I'm shameless.

Mu Zihan didn't dare to think about it. He hesitated to retract his hand for so many times, but he couldn't help his inner love. Finally, he fell on his face, relaxed and felt that the whole world was satisfied.

His face was so smooth and delicate that it was more comfortable than a girl. In the middle of his thick eyebrows, his eyebrows frowned tightly, as if he had something on his mind. The softest part of Mu Zihan's heart was touched and gave birth to the impulse to hold him tightly.

"Anyway, he won't wake up. I'll hold him for a while."

Mu Zihan's heart beat violently. He seemed to be stealing and stealing the most precious gifts from others. He opened the quilt and lay beside Yang Ping. He leaned his head against his chest and felt a warm breath.

Take a deep breath.

Mu Zihan felt extremely happy.

She never thought she would have such a shameless time, but a voice in her heart told herself that if she missed this opportunity, it might never be possible in the future. So, under the influence of ghosts and gods, Mu Zihan put his face close to Yang Ping's chest and closed his eyes.

The knock on the door sounded again.

Mu Zihan gave a miso and almost jumped up.