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Chapter 663 Drinking

Yan Qingrui's injury has healed, and she is preparing to leave here the next day to find Qu Weisan and Kongchen.

In the past two days, Shangguan Qianyu knew that her injury was in recovery period, and it was no longer important, and it was rare to come.

This is exactly what Yan Qingrui wants, and she feels even more comfortable.

Since he had already said that Yan Qingrui could take the Xuanyue Sword directly, Yan Qingrui was of course not polite. She had also seen the Xuanyue Sword when she was idle, and the more she felt that Zhen Ziye's talisman was fooling people.

It's just a sharper sword.

What kind of internal force, ten-life memories, such a fantasy thing is impossible to exist.

That night, Yan Qingrui took some breath and the turbid air in her chest disappeared.

These days, the area where the man in black was injured has not breathed very smoothly. I vomited blood a few days ago and healed a little, but it still had some impact.

Now it's finally OK.

She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, ready to go to bed and nourish her spirits. She could watch it as much as the world is so big!

Just as I walked to the bed, suddenly, a loud bang came from outside.

Yan Qingrui was stunned.

Life in this small farmhouse is quiet and dull. I don’t know if it is far away from Mingjian Villa or Shangguan Qianyu has handled everything, and no suspicious people appear within a few miles.

The sudden strange noise made Yan Qingrui feel alert. Could it be that the people from Mingjian Villa finally found clues?

Shangguan Qianyu is not here, and the peasant couple is just ordinary people and does not know how to do martial arts. She cannot let them suffer.

She flashed behind the door, holding the Silver Moon Dagger in her hand.

At this time, there was another dull sound outside, as if something was hitting the ground.

Yan Qingrui did not feel murderous aura or danger. She opened the door and saw a figure in Xuanyi sitting there on the steps of the courtyard. The night was dark and he could not see his expression. She could only see a wine jar in his hand, which was filled with three pounds, and there were two next to him.

As he raised his neck to drink, the strong fragrance of wine came to his face. Yan Qingrui originally wanted to close the door and continue to sleep, but Shangguan Qianyu casually grabbed a wine jar and threw it at Yan Qingrui, saying lightly: "Drink!"

Yan Qingrui reached out to take it. She was not interested in accompanying Shangguan Qianyu to drink, but Shangguan Qianyu seemed very depressed today.

He seemed to have melted into the night, but he was even more lonely than the night.

The dark sky in his eyes was hidden in endless sadness.

I don’t know if it was because of the wine or the night, Yan Qingrui really felt the desolation and loneliness. After all, this person had saved her. Even if he was just an ordinary fellow in the world, it was normal to drink together.

Besides, after tonight, she will leave here tomorrow.

She walked over without any hesitation.

The steps were paved with stones. Yan Qingrui walked to a place three feet away from him and sat down. However, she couldn't help but frown.

Although Shangguan Qianyu didn't seem to have drunk much of the jar of wine in his hand, he was covered in alcohol. He must have drunk a lot before he came.

Yan Qingrui didn't say anything, sealed the altar and took a sip.

Her casual and casual movement made Shangguan Qianyu's eyes move. Looking at the silver mask and the quiet and casual but clear eyes, he suddenly said: "You are like a person!"
Chapter completed!
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