I brought down Bai Yueguang by selling miserably

Su Mingyu looked at him with unusually bright eyes, and continued: "If you want me to be here, I will be here.

The surrounding air fell into silence in an instant, only a faint smell of alcohol permeated.

"They don't like me very much." Su Mingyu's eyes calmed down, as if he had become extremely sober, and he said in an affirmative tone.

"But I don't need them to like me." Su Mingyu leaned in front of Qi Jue, and said in a very strong tone: "Do you like me?"

Qi Jue was used to Bai Chuqing's duplicity, so he was taken aback by such a straightforward question.

Su Mingyu looked at him with unusually bright eyes, and continued: "If you want me to be here, I will be here."

The sudden night wind blew the wine flags at the entrance of the restaurant to rattle. Just when Su Mingyu thought that Qi Jue would not answer, Qi Jue's very soft words came from the wind: "A little bit."

"I kind of like it." The moment he said it, Qi Jue's voice became firm. Even if what Su Mingyu said at the moment was only drunk, he was not a person who would evade his heart: "I hope you are here."

Su Mingyu looked at Qi Jue, and smiled very shallowly, like three thousand peach blossoms blowing in the spring breeze: "I'll go back with you."

Before the wine in the cup was finished, Su Mingyu held Qi Jue's hand.Qi Jue felt slightly uncomfortable, but he no longer resisted Su Mingyu's approach.He tightened his hands slightly, and put his fingertips lightly on the back of Su Mingyu's hand. He wanted to try to like someone again.

There are no pedestrians on the street, only the candle lights in front of a few shops are still on.

"Have you seen that lamp?" Qi Jue seemed to be talking more and more: "When I was a child, I hung this kind of lamp in my house. This kind of lamp can be burned out overnight, and by dawn there will be wax tears dripping everywhere. Difficult to clean. My grandfather improved it, and I never saw it again."

The smell of alcohol on Su Mingyu's body was blown away by the night wind, and he became more sober.He looked at the lamp, shook his head and said, "My household is all good red candles, so I don't cry much."

Qi Jue laughed lightly: "I heard that Mr. Su is a good official with a clean sleeve."

"I have been an official in the court for so many years, there is always money to buy some lights." Su Mingyu seemed to speak extraordinarily arrogantly after drinking tonight, but it also made people unable to catch his fault.He looked at Qi Jue with drunken eyes, whispered in his ears and said with a smile: "Otherwise, how do you think the daughter country in my family came from?"

After hearing this, Qi Jue looked at him teasingly: "So you also know that you live in Pansi Cave."

"It's a woman, not a female goblin." Su Mingyu corrected.

"Yes." Qi Jue said with a mocking look on his face, "It's Zhu Bajie, not Tang Seng."

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When the two returned to the stack, Bai Chuqing had already fallen asleep.

Ordinary poisons have no effect on Su Mingyu's body, and neither does alcohol.Su Mingyu is easy to get drunk like ordinary people, but he sobers up horribly fast.

He took the hangover soup handed over by Qi Jue and drank it all in one gulp, took a simple bath and fell asleep.

It was already late at night when the two returned to the inn, so they only slept for three hours before hurriedly getting up to participate in the second round of martial arts competition.

Qi Jue had already made up his mind not to win again.If it is destined not to win the first place in the martial arts competition, then simply losing in the second round can save a lot of trouble.

Disciples from each faction came up to the stage one by one, Su Mingyu leaned on Qi Jue's body unobtrusively, and was warned by Qi Jue's eyes.

"I only slept for three hours and came to take the test with you." Su Mingyu said rather distressed.

Qi Jue's heart softened, but his words were still straightforward: "I didn't let you come."

Even so, Qi Jue did not push him away.

However, within a few rounds, the two disciples on the stage had decided the winner.

"The double-edged swordsmanship of the Cangyue School is actually inferior to the Qinglian Swordsmanship of the Qingshan School." Su Mingyu said incredulously from the side.

Qi Jue looked at him with a funny face: "Is the Qinglian swordsmanship of the Qingshan School some heretical way that can't be put on the table?"

"The Qingshan School's strength is in the sword, and the Qinglian swordsmanship was the most famous in those days." Qi Jue said: "Its swords are light and light, so most of the Qingshan School's disciples are very good at lightness kung fu. Until more than ten years ago It was only after changing the head that the sect gradually declined."

"Hero Qi is indeed Hero Qi, who knows all the swordsmanship of the schools like the back of his hand." Su Mingyu was not stingy with compliments, but there was a bit of teasing in his compliments.

"I also have a lot of research on the sword technique of the Wuxu School and the palm technique of the Hanshan School." Qi Jue added indifferently, hitting Su Mingyu's self-esteem without any concealment.

Su Mingyu lazily got up from Qi Jue: "Can you tell me why your swordsmanship is so good?"

Qi Jue let out a low laugh, and replied very aggressively: "Born, do you envy?"

Su Mingyu was not surprised to get such an answer.Although eight of the ten sentences that Qi Jue said at the moment were jokes, he also said a lot of truth.

Maybe as Qi Jue said, he really likes himself a little bit, and because of this liking, he changes.

Since ancient times, attacking the mind has been the most insidious method.Su Mingyu has to admit that in the process of getting along with Qi Jue, he has somewhat changed his shallow understanding of him at the beginning, and even occasionally develops a mentality of cherishing talents.But he knew that they were destined to have neither the fate of Qianlima meeting Bole, nor the joy of Yu Boya meeting Zhong Ziqi.

Su Mingyu never regrets every decision he makes.

There was some movement around him, Qi Jue came to the stage.

In the second round of the martial arts competition, Qi Jue will face off against the ghost face fighters of the Holy Ming Cult.The palm technique of the ghost face hand is one of the best in the world, and people in the world call it "Yan Luo with one hand".As the name suggests, it is a slap to send someone to see the King of Hades.

Qi Jue naturally considered this point, so he didn't dare to neglect in the early stage, and he always had the upper hand during the confrontation.Until later, seeing that he couldn't beat Qi Jue with his own eyes, Ghost Face used his hidden weapon.

The hidden weapon is thrown from the bright side.It's impossible to avoid that angle.As soon as the ghost-faced hand made a move, he knew that this move had failed, and he knew that the outcome had been decided.

Unexpectedly, Qi Jue's movements were slow for a few moments, he sideways dodged the hidden weapon, and fell off the ring unintentionally.

Qi Jue looked at the ghost face with feigned annoyance, and reluctantly said: "Accept."

Su Mingyu was almost amused by Qi Jue's exaggerated acting skills, after a little thought, he guessed the reason for Qi Jue's actions, he thought that this person was indeed a bit clever.

"It's a pity, it's a situation where the chances of victory are at stake."

"Why do I feel like I lost on purpose? A master like Qi Jue wouldn't be successfully attacked so easily."

"The sneak attack was not successful, it's not that I hid."

"Hiding is hiding, but the outcome of this time has been decided..."

Bai Chuqing only felt that the noisy discussions in her ears gradually receded, and the big rock in her heart was completely shattered and weathered.Such an obvious mistake, did he never think about winning?