Yin Lin sneered and said coldly, “What a pity! You didn’t do it before.” She looked at Xu Zihan, a strong hatred grew in her eyes.
Su Rong entered the intelligence center under Lou Yu charge with an uneasy mood. The minister of the center received him personally.
“Master Su, what can I do for you?” Asked the minister politely.
Su Rong was silent for a moment and then said, “I want to check something.”
“What would you like to know? I’ll get it done immediately.” The minister said without hesitation.
“I wonder if Xu Zihan has ever been to the Hiding Dragon Realm and what his cold name was.” Su Rong felt nervous.
The minister quickly found the record, “The data of that year shows that Xu Zihan has been there, cold name Seven.”
Su Rong sipped his lips and trembled slightly. “I see. Well, what is the code name of Yin Feiquan?”
The minister made a quick inquiry and said, “It’s Forteen.”
Su Rong closed his eyes. Mo Yi once called this name in his sleep.
He held his forehead. Perhaps what Zheng Xuan said was true. He and Mo Yi had already pledged to be with each other forever.
“Master Su, are you all right?” The minister looked at Su Rong’s pale face and asked anxiously.
Su Rong shook his head and said lightly, “Don’t worry, I’m good.”
He closed his eyes. He once thought since Mo Yi’s believed Yin Feiquan had died and he would finally have a chance. Now, it seemed that the one who entered the Realm was not Yin Feiquan, but Zheng Xuan.
Why was it Zheng Xuan? Su Rong felt a strong feeling of powerlessness.
In Prince Yu Mansion
Mo Yi was drinking one glass after another.
Su Rong walked over to Mo Yi with a complicated expression and sat down beside him. “Yiyi, why do you indulge in alcohol again?”
Mo Yi held the glass with his slender fingers, and his drunken eyes were hazy. “I just want to. You know, alcohol is really a good thing. Get drunk to relieve my worries. With wine, nothing would bother you.”
Su Rong smiled wryly and said, “Is that so? Then I’ll have some, too.”
Su Rong opened the bottle cap, lifted the bottle and poured the wine directly into his throat. Pungent liquor immediately flowed into his stomach. He only felt that his courage grew much bigger after having been flushed by the alcohol.
“Yiyi, what is bothering you?” Asked Su Rong lightly.
Mo Yi shook his glass, in which the scarlet liquor was swaying slightly. He leaned against the sofa and said in a confused way, “I thought the worst scenario is that he has been dead. It turns out that the fact that he is still alive is also so bothering.”
Su Rong forced a smile and took a bitter sip of the wine. “Yes, really borthering.” Everything would be all right only if he were that Yin Feiquan.
Mo Yi looked over at Su Rong, puzzled, “Rongrong, do you have something on your mind?”
Su Rong seemed to have decided something. His voice trembled and he asked expectantly, “Yiyi, if he is so bothering you, will you consider me?”
Mo Yi paused and looked at Su Rong in surprise.
While Su Rong was sipping his lips and looking intently at Mo Yi.
Being stared by Su Rong’s jet-black eyes, Mo Yi felt his heart skip a beat, “You?”
Su Rong nodded, “Yeah. Yiyi, if you are disappointed with him, can you give me a chance?”
Mo Yi felt like something in his head exploded and the alcohol in his stomach dissipated a lot, “Su Rong, I’m sorry.”
Su Rong smiled bitterly and squeezed a bright smile, “I was just kidding.”
Mo Yi did not know what to say, so he just poured wine into his mouth.
When Mo Fei came out of the cultivation room, Mo Yi and Su Rong had already gotten drunk.
Mo Fei walked over and bent over to pick Mo Yi up.
When his hands just touched Mo Yi, the other side yelled, “Fuck off.”
Mo Fei was stunned. He looked at Mo Yi with puzzlement and listened to his curse, “Don’t you touch me. Don’t think you can do whatever you want as long as you’re Fourteen. Don’t be so proud of your high status. I don’t give it a shit who you are!”
Mo Fei breathed out a sigh of relief helplessly. He tried to hold up Mo Yi but the two were standing too close, which looked like they were kissing when looking from distance.
Lou Yu hurried down and said vigilantly, “Mo Fei, what are you doing?”
Mo Fei blinked, “He was drunk. I’m supporting him to go upstairs!”
Lou Yu blushed, “I saw you kissing.”
“We’ve even been sleeping in the same bed. Why bother with a kiss?” Mo Fei said casually.
The complexion of Lou Yu suddenly became extremely gloomy. He had so much to say but did not know where to start, and his face turned red.
Mo Fei looked at Lou Yu with a triumphant smile and said proudly, “Just a joke.”
Lou Yu stared at Mo Fei and supported Mo Yi. “I’ll do it. He’s actually quite heavy.”
Being dragged by Lou Yu, Mo Yi threw up all over him. After a pause, he did it again to the poor man.
The whole body of Lou Yu was reeked due to Mo Yi. The latter walked away from Lou Yu with a face of disgust. Mo Fei seized the opportunity to support him from the behind.
Mo Fei shook his head, a face of regret, and said, “You said he was heavy, so he retaliated against you. How could you say that? He is obviously very light! Misfortune comes from the mouth. Got it?”
Mo Fei contemplated in his heart: It was a close call. Fortunately, the victim was Lou Yu. Otherwise, Mo Yi would have vomited on himself.
Lou Yu looked at Mo Fei in distress, “You don’t even sympathize with me.”
Mo Fei shrugged his shoulders, “Sympathy for you? Why should I do that? You asked for it.”
Lou Yu looked at Mo Fei ferociously.
Mo Fei was pinching his nose with one hand and Mo Yi with the other, “Go and wash, Yiyi vomits every time he sees you, I wonder if you’re…”
But looking at Lou Yu’s ever-darkened face, Mo Fei shut up.
Lou Yu’s face showed a complicated look seeing Su Rong lying on the sofa. With Zheng Xuan as his rival in love, the road ahead for Su Rong was worrying.