Fairy, help me practice

　"Let's eat noodles first. The wine won't get cold."

　Chen Yao smelled the scent of home that he could never return to from this bowl of authentic Yangchun noodles, and he couldn't help but want to have a delicious taste.

　But how could Yun Jiang possibly understand the helpless feelings of a time traveler reminiscing about something? She simply thought it was just a bowl of noodles. If it got cold, wouldn't she just force the boss to make another one? How could it be more important than drinking with her?

　Chen Yao shook his chin, shook off her fingers, reached out to pick up a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick bucket, and lowered his head to taste the noodles.

　"Snapped!"

　The rich aroma of cooked food shook the table, and ripples suddenly appeared in the amber-colored soup of the two bowls of Yangchun noodles.

　Chen Yao turned his head and saw Yun Jiang stepping forward with her white and smooth legs, her silver high-heeled sandals less than an inch away from the tip of his nose.

　The white and tender little feet wrapped in the silver ribbons of the sandals were still slightly rubbed, and the edges of the soles were tender red, revealing the owner's unhappy mood.

　Okay, I admit that your foot smells delicious, but I choose Yangchun noodles.

　Chen Yao resolutely turned his head back, picked up a handful of greasy noodles with chopsticks and was about to put it into his mouth, but he heard a "gulp" sound in Yun Jiang's throat.

　It's a bit like a little girl crying in the wind, swallowing her breath and feeling a little aggrieved.

　What do you mean?

　Chen Yao looked at Yun Jiang strangely. When she noticed Chen Yao looking at her, she quickly turned her beautiful face away.

　Her slightly pouty red lips revealed her grievance, but also made her look playful and cute.

　This... is this the slightly crazy demon king?

　He then remembered that Yun Jiang, who was imprisoned in darkness, had not been able to have any unrestrained sex with the people she trusted for a long time... From this perspective, wasn't she also pitiful?

　"Well, since you've brought this humiliation upon yourself, I'll grant your request."

　Chen Yao put down his chopsticks, raised one foot onto the table, and picked up the wine jar.

　Yun Jiang's beautiful eyes lit up, she turned around with a stern face and smiled contemptuously: "With you?"

　As she spoke, she raised her jade jaw and poured a large jar of wine into her red lips.

　A few streams of clear wine slid down from her chin and flowed directly into her half-open chest, and the two plump white jades were flashing with light.

　What are you standing there for? Are you scared? Give it to me! The last one to finish is the puppy! No noodles allowed!

　Chen Yao was shocked and looked at the noodles that were slowly getting cold. He knew that if he didn't make this guy drink it first, it would be difficult for him to enjoy the noodles properly today.

　He immediately raised his neck and followed suit to drink.

　After all, these wines are ordinary wines, not as strong as the fairy wine he brewed for Xu Junyu at Hanyu Peak. Even if he drinks ten or eight jars of them, it may not have any effect.

　However, Chen Yao watched as the wine jar that Yun Jiang was holding at his mouth tilted at an alarming speed, and realized that in terms of speed, he was probably no match for Yun Jiang.

　"belch!"

　Yun Jiang burped, threw the jar of wine in his hand to the ground, glanced at Chen Yao, raised his eyebrows and smiled.

　Her cheeks were flushed, and her mature and beautiful face, coupled with such a domineering expression, made her look extremely charming.

　Chen Yao was stunned for a moment.

　Then, he saw Yun Jiang's beautiful eyes roll up, and the whole person "slipped" under the table.

　???

　How can someone get so drunk after drinking just a jar of ordinary wine?

　So you can't do it?

　No, why are you pretending to be a rich man?

　Chen Yao put down the wine jar and couldn't help laughing.

　He sighed, picked up Yun Jiang, who was drunk under the table, and let her lie on the table.

　"Hey."

　He pinched Yun Jiang's rosy and tender cheeks, and she lost consciousness, with a trickle of clear liquid flowing from her red lips.

　"Really drunk?"

　Chen Yao reached out and pinched her nose, but there was still no response.

　He chuckled, put his fingertips on the tip of Yun Jiang's nose and lifted it up, making it look like a pig's nose.

　"You're making as much as usual. Alas, it's a pity I don't have a Shadow Stone, otherwise... hehe..."

　After tossing Yun Jiang around for a while, Chen Yao brought both bowls of Yangchun noodles in front of him.

　"Since you're so drunk, it would be a shame to waste it. I'll eat it for you!"

　As he spoke, he picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks and was about to put it into his mouth. When the noodles covered with oil were about to touch his lips, he suddenly stopped.

　Chen Yao put down his chopsticks and looked at the slightly swaying door curtain in the back kitchen.

　"Boss, there's something wrong with your face!"

　The kitchen was quiet.

　After a while, there was the sound of the kitchen knife being pulled off the chopping board.

　As the door curtain opened, the boss came out holding a kitchen knife.

　"What's wrong?"

　"What? You want to use force?"

　Chen Yao held Yun Jiang in his arms to prevent her from being accidentally injured.

　The boss frowned and sighed: "I told you I don't want to do business anymore, why are you looking for death?"

　A white light shot out from his hand, stirring up a sharp gust of wind and slashing straight towards Chen Yao's head.

　Chen Yaozi unfolded his virtual shield, and heard a "ding" sound of metal coming from the door behind him.

　He turned around and found several people in green clothes and bamboo hats slowly walking in from outside the door.

　The kitchen knife thrown by the boss was held in the hand of the leader. The man's fingertips were dark black and shone with a metallic luster, which made Chen Yao think of the first battle after entering Hanyu Peak.

　The undercover agent from the Demon Sect who recognized himself as an undercover agent seemed to have used the same method.

　Could it be that they are from the same school?

　Chen Yao looked the people up and down, but couldn't figure out their origins.

　The boss moved forward and stood in front of Chen Yao. With a wave of his hand, the kitchen knife broke free from the green-clothed man's fingertips and flew back into his hand.

　"It seems that you don't plan to repay the debt."

　The man in green spoke, his tone stiff, as if he was not used to speaking.

　The boss held his sword across his chest and said, "I have repaid the debt I owed you with my entire family's lives. I have already given up spiritual practice and am waiting to die in this secular world. Isn't that enough?"

　"Not enough. The blood debt must be paid with blood."

　"Then who will pay the interest on my wife and children?"

　The boss's figure flashed like lightning, and the blade drew a streak of light in the air, smashing towards the man in green like the wind.

　The Qingyun man snorted coldly, his black iron-like fingertips flashed, and "ding ding" sounded continuously, blocking all the knife shadows.

　Finally, he took a step forward, pinched the kitchen knife with two fingers, and pushed it forward. The boss stopped groaning and bleeding.

　"The lives of your wife and children," the man in green turned his hat slightly and glanced at Chen Yao, "and theirs, as well. It's interest."

　Chen Yao raised his eyebrows.

　I've never seen anyone seeking death.

Chapter 195 I am pleased

　"And them, it's interest."

　As soon as the man in the green cloak finished speaking, a loud explosion was heard in the noodle shop.

　A dazzling white light shot out from the palm of his hand, knocking him straight back and knocking down his companion behind him.

　The boss took the opportunity to step back, grabbed Chen Yao's hand and pulled him up from the bench. Chen Yao hugged Yun Jiang and followed him into the kitchen.

　"Ah!"

　The man in green, holding a severed hand that was bleeding profusely, stepped into the noodle shop again and roared angrily.

　He didn't expect that after being exposed to the eagle all day long, he would be pecked in the eyes by the beast with its head drooping.

　"This place is only a few inches in size. He doesn't dare to leave. Search it! The Nine Transformations Sutra must be ours!"

　Following his order, the man in green clothes and a bamboo hat behind him also rushed into the kitchen.

　The kitchen was just a narrow room, with smoky walls covered in grease and grime, and noodle soup bubbling on the stove.

　"No?"

　A man in green clothes and a bamboo hat with a broken hand walked in. He looked around and lifted his hat slightly, revealing his chin with indigo patterns.

　He snorted, and the green robe fluttered without wind. Then a whirlwind arose in the small kitchen, and the pots and pans clanged.

　The fire on the stove suddenly dimmed, turning from bright red to dark blue.

　As dusk turned into night, the small, dark room was shrouded in an eerie hue.

　The man with the broken hand laughed and said, "The core of the formation is on the stove. Take it down for me!"

　The men decisively used their magic weapons and smashed it over. The big pot of boiling noodle soup was the first to be affected. There was a "crack" sound of metal cracking, but it did not break, but suddenly flew into the air.

　The man with the missing hand was stunned, and then he stepped back quickly, but he still couldn't leave the kitchen in time.

　The soup pot exploded with a bright white light again, but this time it was larger than the light from the kitchen knife, and boiling oil splashed everywhere. No one could dodge in time and almost all of them were blown to the ground.

　Several men in green clothes and bamboo hats who were the first to smash the soup pots had their chests or faces blown to pieces and died on the spot.

　The man in green clothes and a bamboo hat with a broken hand had his hat blown to pieces, revealing a face covered with indigo patterns.

　He waited until the noise in the kitchen died down before he lifted his hat and stood up, his face trembling with fear.

　"Bastard!"

　He took a few deep breaths, his anger subsided, and his face showed greed and excitement.

　"His realm is low. This must be the miraculous effect of the Nine Transformations Sutra! It's only been a few years!"

　As he spoke, the man in green with the broken hand strode towards the stove. He cast a spell and the entire stove collapsed, revealing a dense and complex rune.

　"This is a one-time teleportation rune."

　The subordinate said this, but was slapped in the face.

　"I don't understand?"

　The men fled in panic, bowing down.

　"Well... why don't you fill in the runes for me!"

　The subordinates looked resentful and stepped forward tremblingly to study it.

　……

　……

　Chen Yao carried Yun Jiang horizontally and followed the boss to a house.

　As the sun sets, one can only vaguely make out that the house is spacious and simply furnished.

　Not far away, the melodious sounds of bells and drums announcing the evening were heard.

　"laugh!"

　The boss lit a candle, and the dim light made his originally dark face look dull and yellow.

　He breathed a long sigh, but in his throat came the hissing sound of wind blowing through a broken water pipe.

　He sat down on the ground, and Chen Yao realized that his chest was soaked with blood.

　After catching his breath for a while, the boss looked at Chen Yao and said, "You guys came back at the wrong time! I wanted to charm you and get you out of this troubled place, but who knew you had such a special physique."

　Because he hadn't forgotten to take Chen Yao away at the critical moment, Chen Yao realized that this man was quite good: "Thank you for bringing us out. Now that we're out of danger, I and my... uh, friend, will take our leave."

　The boss glanced at him and nodded: "I'm sorry I can't see you off... Haha, actually, it doesn't make any difference whether you go out or not."

　Chen Yao paused at the door and looked back at him: "What do you mean?"