Master, don't tease me, you can't handle three of them.

So she was a cultivator after all. Jing Shu glanced at Xue Niang without saying a word.

You still recognize your master?

"Thank you." Han Luo accepted the wine and left with Jing Shu.

Xue Niang finally breathed a sigh of relief. She never expected that Immortal Venerable Han Luo would come to such a banquet, especially for a jar of wine.

I hope the Immortal Venerable won't hold a grudge against her for being so difficult just now.

"Does Master know her?" Jing Shu asked.

"I don't know her." Han Luo recalled Xue Niang's change in attitude after he revealed his face, "but she should know me."

The two walked together on the street, attracting the attention of many passersby.

Jing Shu and Han Luo didn't like being watched all the time, and they didn't want to go back to the inn so early, so they headed towards a less crowded area.

In the blink of an eye, the two arrived on the city wall, evaded the patrolling soldiers, and stopped on the highest rooftop.

After handing a jar of wine to Jing Shu, Han Luo opened his own jar and tentatively took a sip.

It's refreshing on the palate and has a mellow flavor; it's truly excellent!

Jing Shu also opened the bottle, took a few sips, and then stopped drinking. He had discovered during that mission that he was truly not good at drinking.

Jing Shu gazed at the distant bustling world, where children played and frolicked beside their parents, and lovers strolled hand in hand down the street, his face expressionless.

Such prosperity and excitement were never his, nor did he care for them.

"Master, we should go back." Jing Shu was a little bored and wanted to go back to rest as soon as possible.

But no one responded.

"Master?" Jing Shu noticed that something was wrong with Han Luo.

Han Luo could no longer see clearly. He swayed as he held the wine jar, squinting at Jing Shu, who had gotten up to help him.

"How come you have so many?" Han Luo looked at the several Jing Shus appearing in front of her and felt annoyed. She reached out to pinch Jing Shu's face.

But because he was so drunk, he couldn't recognize Jing Shu's true location and reached out to grab nothing.

"Huh? I can't reach it?"

Jing Shu helplessly grasped Han Luo's hand, which was clutching at the air, and looked down to see that the jar of wine in Han Luo's arms was already empty.

Drinking so much...

Han Luo felt someone grab his hand, so he grabbed the person's hand in return, and with his other hand, he accurately pinched Jing Shu's face and pulled him away.

"Hehe, got it." Han Luo's eyes crinkled as if she had caught something fun.

Jing Shu did not resist and gently advised, "Master, you are drunk. Use your spiritual power to dispel the alcohol."

"I'm not drunk." Han Luo shook her head, released Jing Shu's hand and then pinched the other half of Jing Shu's face, pulling it outward with both hands, and said word by word, "I, say, I, am, not, drunk."

"..."

Drunk people never admit they're drunk.

"This wine is delicious. Where's your jar? Give it to me." Han Luo pinched and kneaded Jing Shu's face like he was playing with dough.

Jing Shu had already taken the wine back after taking a few sips.

"No, that's all, Master. I've finished drinking." Jing Shu couldn't even speak clearly before trying to get rid of Han Luo's hand.

Just as he was about to remove Han Luo's hand, his body was suddenly frozen in place by an immense pressure.

"!" Jing Shu stared in disbelief as Han Luo unleashed her oppressive aura, rendering him unable to move.

Han Luo let go of Jing Shu's face and took Jing Shu's left hand, or more precisely, the storage ring on Jing Shu's left hand.

"Do you think I'm stupid? I clearly saw you hide it." Han Luo snorted as she held up her storage ring and immediately began searching through it.

Jing Shu's lips twitched involuntarily. His storage ring was completely unguarded against Han Luo; he had been careless.

Jing Shu's storage ring was full of things, and Han Luo rummaged through many bottles and jars, but still couldn't find it.

Seeing that Han Luo was getting more and more agitated, Jing Shu said helplessly, "Master, stop looking for it. I really have already drunk it all."

Jing Shu wasn't in a hurry at all, because he had put the wine in his storage bag, and it wasn't in the ring at all.

until……

"What is this?" Han Luo looked at the book in her hand. "A treatise on classical Chinese?"

Why does this name sound so familiar? Jing Shu had a bad feeling, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him.

That's right!

"Master, don't open it!" Jing Shu cried out anxiously.

Unfortunately, the drunken Hanluo wouldn't listen to him at all.

I told him not to open it, but he insisted!

As Hanluo opened the book, Jingshu seemed to see his own face, saying goodbye to him.

After Han Luo saw the contents clearly, he was also stunned, and the oppressive force that had trapped Jing Shu dissipated.

Jing Shu tried to snatch the book, but Han Luo nimbly turned and dodged it. With a light step, she distanced herself from Jing Shu and stood on the edge of the roof.

The bright moon finally peeked out from behind the dark clouds, allowing Jing Shu to see Han Luo's appearance clearly. Her already loosely braided hair, after this ordeal, could no longer hold on and completely came undone.

A gentle breeze blew by, causing Hanluo's hair to sway slightly, and the pink butterfly flowers nestled in her hair danced in the wind, creating a scene of beauty like an illusion.

Jing Shu stood still, feeling his heart pounding rapidly, which made him unconsciously clench his fists.

Han Luo tilted her head and looked at Jing Shu, who was clenching his fist.

Is he angry?

What did he have to be angry about! Han Luo's mind was filled with Jing Shu's words to her: he liked him, no matter which version of him.

But what does it mean to like him and also read books about love between men and women?

Han Luo snorted coldly, and in an instant, the book in his hand turned into dust and scattered in the wind.

"You're not allowed to read this kind of book anymore," Han Luo said coldly.

Jing Shu noticed the change in Han Luo's attitude. Although he didn't know why, he still explained, "Master, you misunderstand. This book is not mine. It was a clue I obtained when investigating a dead person during my first mission. Later, I found the murderer directly, and then I became like that again. I forgot about this thing in my storage ring. Master, I only opened it once when I found it and never touched it again."

It's not his?

Han Luo's brain was really not working properly after drinking. If Jing Shu said it wasn't his, then it wasn't his.

The breath I had been holding in suddenly dissipated.

"Oh, where's the wine?" Han Luo hadn't forgotten that he had just turned his storage ring upside down and couldn't find it, so Jing Shu must have put it somewhere else.

"Give it to me." Han Luo stretched out a hand and asked Jing Shu for it.

Jing Shu naturally refused, but seeing Han Luo reaching out her hand to him, he inexplicably took it. The icy touch made Jing Shu's heart tremble.

Immediately afterwards, Jing Shu was pulled over by Han Luo, who tried to use violence to find the jar of wine.

Ke Jingshu had already come up with a solution.

A pair of fox ears quietly peeked out from between her hair.

Han Luo's eyes lit up when she saw it, and she no longer cared about drinking; all she could see was Jing Shu's ears.

Jing Shu twitched his ears uncomfortably; this was a characteristic that had manifested since he had borrowed some demonic power from the young Jing Shu.

Clearly, the effect is good.

Han Luo looked at the trembling fox ears and her hands became even more itchy. She immediately let go of Jing Shu's hand to grab the ears.

Jing Shu grabbed Han Luo's hand, preventing him from touching it, and said, "Master, let's go back to the inn first."

"Okay," Han Luo replied readily. Whatever the fluffy thing is, goes.