My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion Chapter 1179 - 644: The Taste Is Acceptable (Double Length)

Life-threatening questions...

mories from years ago drift by like sails on a ship, Chen Yi blinked, inside the Bodhisattva Temple, the giant martial artist shattered his Martial Intent, kneeling to the ground, hoarsely repeating "kill ", then his clothes split in the middle, face pressed against the ground, the Princess also let out a soft hum... Various scenes floated through his mind at once.

The mory was still fresh.

Though he should feel sorrowful,

Yet whenever Chen Yi recalled, he still...

Even now with Qin Qingluo before him, her brow and eyes defiant, but the more it was so, the more his mood grew restless.

This question... too life-threatening, the life-threatening questions he had seen before, now seed minor.

He couldn’t answer truthfully.

Surely he couldn’t say... he felt great in the past?

Chen Yi suppressed his emotions, raised his bowl to drink, suppressing the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

He remained silent for a long ti, glancing sideways at the distant night scene, his tone flat: "Actually... I’m sowhat regretful..."

Qin Qingluo, hearing this, slightly narrowed her eyes, "Truly regretful?"

"Very regretful," Chen Yi drank all the wine in his bowl, sighed long and deep, it was the usual display of soone trying to drown their sorrows in alcohol, "...for a long ti, I’ve thought about... when I might see you again, but I’ve also feared discussing this with you."

Saying this, he smiled bitterly and said: "It seems talking about the past isn’t as difficult as I imagined."

Qin Qingluo said nothing, seemingly devoid of emotion.

The two fell into silence, a silence that was very stiff, yet the night gently enveloped them.

After a long while, Qin Qingluo took on the task to break the silence, laughed and said: "Small setbacks and stumbles, as a monarch I’m not constrained by them."

"Hmm, the Prince is magnanimous."

"If I wasn’t generous, I wouldn’t keep you around either. Recently you’ve done many things for the Prince Mansion, I’ve seen it all, granting you a mont of shared drinking to show closeness."

The two tacitly changed the topic.

Chen Yi knew, Qin Qingluo was a woman of such imnse pride, noble as a Vassal King with ambitions that gazed upon the world, precisely because of this, to her, that had beco a scar deeper than any other.

"These days working for the Prince Mansion have indeed left sowhat weary, I intended to go back for a good rest, but the Prince’s wine added so trouble for ." Chen Yi’s face was slightly tipsy, paused and continued: "I really don’t enjoy drinking."

Qin Qingluo slightly raised her eyebrows, usually as Vassal King, she would host banquets with gestures of respecting the wise and capable, yet this petty man seed so unappreciative, she half jeered half teased: "You repeatedly claim to dislike drinking, apparently you truly feel uninhibited around , how coincidental, I particularly enjoy tasting wine, not knowing what you enjoy, ha, could it be offering you a beauty to play with?"

"That would be great."

"?" Qin Qingluo furrowed her brows, sowhat displeased.

Chen Yi, in his drunken truthfulness, said: "Being able to play with you like before, I greatly enjoy it."

Qin Qingluo’s serpent eyes dangerously narrowed, and for so reason, there was a hint of surprise amidst her anger.

She sneered coldly: "Whore, you wish to bed ?"

Chen Yi was montarily speechless.

Silence was the best answer, Qin Qingluo took the ti to understand so of his disposition, he wasn’t too difficult to handle.

After a long while, Chen Yi finally said: "Can the Prince speak more elegantly? Perhaps... rekindle old flas?"

Qin Qingluo sneered again, and said: "Why pretend like this? So restrained?" This remark was intended to put him in his place.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yi did not evade this ti, but seriously said: "Indeed, I do wish to bed the Prince."

It was Qin Qingluo’s turn to be montarily speechless, but she was not silent for long, she took a sip of wine, laughed heartily: "How could you be such a lustful ghost, daring to be so bold in the Dragon’s Lair."

"Don’t say being there, even if beaten to death I’d still act on it."

"Ha."

Between each sentence, with each bowl of wine passing, the conversation beca unconsciously more intimate, he was not difficult to guess, nothing more than a brazen rebel, Qin Qingluo suddenly found it amusing, she was the rebel of this world, yet this person was her rebel.

Thinking of this, she saw his wine was finished, the bowl only half-lit by candlelight.

The female Prince lifted the wine jug, refilling his bowl, the fragrance of wine on the balcony increased by another degree.

"Thank you, Prince, I’m overwheld with favor."

"No need for courtesy, call ..." Qin Qingluo smiled slightly after pouring the wine: "...Sister."

"Sister."

Chen Yi spoke it naturally.

Qin Qingluo was older than him, and also taller, so calling her sister was no difficult task.

As for the Great Yin?

She wouldn’t even think about it.

The white-clad female crown far away inexplicably sneezed, and a "loss" word inexplicably floated in her heart.

"How could that be?"

Yin Weiyin muttered to himself, brushing away distracting thoughts.

As for Chen Yi, who was carefree and indifferent to Wei Ying, to avoid Qin Qingluo discovering he was thinking of another woman, he decided not to think about the Great Yin just yet.

Focus on the present.

After clinking the bowls, and another drink was downed, Qin Qingluo refilled another bowl.

"Co, another bowl."

Chen Yi’s face was already sowhat hot, as a martial artist, of course, he could remain sober despite thousands of cups, or expel the alcohol by circulating True Qi, but such a thing would inevitably seem like cheating, and the female Prince before him was in high spirits.

In the blurry vision, the giant gazed fierce.

Suddenly Chen Yi beca sowhat sober, inexplicably recalling the nightmare of that underground cell, perhaps Qin Qingluo intended to completely get him drunk, so that when awake he would be stripped bare and reverse pinned.

For him, this result might be too embarrassing, having lived so long, he had only bullied won, never having been bullied by them.

"Now I’m about to be drunk, not much bravado." The words slightly challenging, seed to provoke him.

Chen Yi looked deeply at Qin Qingluo, clinked bowls, and admitted: "Indeed, truly drunk."