Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

Zhao Xuan doesn't like drinking tea. The only one who likes drinking tea is Chu Ge. He is a quiet person and tea tasting is his hobby.

But Zhao Xuan is not like that. He likes strong liquor, fresh air, and the pleasure of settling scores.

So, there was really no tea in the house, only wine.

Zhao Xuan awkwardly took out the wine he brewed himself and asked Chu Ge symbolically, "There is only wine, no tea, do you want to drink it?"

Chu Ge was stunned.

Before he could speak, Zhao Xuan took his silence as a rejection.

"If you don't want it, then don't drink it. I guess you definitely won't drink it. You like drinking tea and never like drinking alcohol. If you don't want to drink it, then don't drink it. You can save it. I'll drink more."

Zhao Xuan muttered to himself as he took back the white jade wine jar, looking so embarrassed that he was talking to himself to ease the situation.

However, unexpectedly.

A big, white, beautiful hand snatched the wine jar from Zhao Xuan's hand.

Zhao Xuan raised his eyes and met Chu Ge's cold and dark eyes.

He was stunned. Was it his illusion?

Why do I feel that after I woke up, Chu Ge's temperament seems to be different from before?

Chu Ge snatched the wine jar, opened the lid, tilted his head back to take a sip, and choked himself as he took the first sip.

He coughed several times in a row, and his fair face turned red.

It’s hard to tell whether his face is red because he’s drunk, or because of coughing and lack of oxygen!

Zhao Xuan touched the tip of his nose, grabbed Chu Ge's sleeve, flew to the roof, picked up the unfinished jar of wine, and took a few sips.

He was in a good mood and joked, "Okay, after hundreds of years, you can drink much better now than before."

Perhaps it was because he slept too long, when Zhao Xuan talked about the things that happened in the God Realm in the past, he was not angry as expected, but rather unusually calm.

There was a hint of smile in his tone, although it was not obvious, it was vaguely detectable.

At that time, he just wanted to get someone to drink with him, so he asked Chu Ge to join him. Who would have thought that this person's alcohol tolerance was so poor!

Before three glasses of wine had even arrived, he lost consciousness.

Thinking about it now, the corners of Zhao Xuan's lips would still curl up involuntarily, as if he was remembering something happy that was worth commemorating for a lifetime.

Zhao Xuan has always been able to drink more than Chu Ge. This is not an exaggeration, but rather a result of his personality and long-term drinking experience.

"Now that I think about it, you're pretty cute when you're drunk. I like you like that."

At least his emotions were shown on his face, not like now where his emotions were so calm that it was hard to guess.

Upon hearing this, Chu Ge paused his drinking and turned his head to glance at Zhao Xuan.

Zhao Xuan didn't notice Chu Ge's glance at him because he was drinking.

In fact, this was already the second jar of wine he had drunk. Even if he had a good alcohol tolerance, if the wine was too strong, he would inevitably be half drunk and half awake after only two jars.

Zhao Xuan just felt that the famous liquors he bought from the human world were not strong enough, so he made them himself.

How does the wine he brews taste? Isn't it possible for him to not know what it tastes like?

Because he knew it so clearly, he brewed hundreds of jars at a time. He drank the wine like water every day and would not stop until he had finished two or three jars a day.

Even Zhao Xuan himself couldn't explain why he did this. It was as if he didn't want to recall something or wanted to avoid something.

But, when you think about it, why should he be unhappy?

That fight made him famous, and no one in the entire heaven dared to provoke him again, unless they were tired of living.

The so-called ten-year agreement was thus invalidated. After this battle, he decisively returned to the demon clan.

The demons have also completely escaped from the control of the celestials, which is a good thing from any perspective...

So, why?

Zhao Xuan raised his eyes and drank, his eyes were confused and filled with inexplicable doubts, until the whole jar of wine was empty.

Chu Ge, who was sitting next to him, had been watching him silently. When he finished drinking the wine, he threw the jar of wine away, leaned back with his hands, supported himself on the roof with his backhands, and looked up at the starry sky.

The movements and postures seemed to have been practiced countless times, but it was hard to tell why he did that?

Zhao Xuan was extremely sensitive to the smell of blood. The moment he saw Chu Ge, he could smell a faint scent of blood.

For others, this smell is negligible.

Because it is not very obvious, if you don't smell it carefully, you can't smell it at all.

But Zhao Xuan was different. He could smell this familiar scent without trying hard.

The bloody smell on Chu Ge's body had not yet completely disappeared, and the torment of his soul by these soul-locking nails would become more and more painful the more he used his magic.

Zhao Xuan vaguely smelled a faint smell of blood, the source of which was Chu Ge. For some reason, he still asked if Chu Ge was injured.

Chu Ge lowered his eyes, and his gaze passed across his collarbone inconspicuously.

In Zhao Xuan's eyes, his drinking movements were pleasing to the eye, like a painting, very beautiful.

But only Chu Ge, the person involved, knew that under the effect of the Soul-Locking Nail, alcohol would intensify the pain of soul-tearing!

Hundreds of years have passed, and Chu Ge is still not used to lying as before. When asked by Zhao Xuan, he nodded slightly.

"A little injury."

This addition was actually completely unnecessary, but for some reason, he said it.

There was a barely perceptible hint of guilt in his eyes, as if he was afraid that Zhao Xuan would notice some clues from his abnormal reaction.

However, Zhao Xuan next to him did not think further after hearing this because he had already fallen down.

His hands loosened, the force was released, and the whole person lay on the roof, with his head tilted towards the direction where Chu Ge was sitting.

Chu Ge supported himself with one hand, which was just under Zhao Xuan's face...serving as a cushion for him.

Zhao Xuan's cheeks burned hot, and he subconsciously rubbed Chu Ge's back a few times, "So cool and comfortable."

Chu Ge's blood suddenly rushed to his chest when he saw Zhao Xuan's actions, as if it was pouring into his head. His mind was confused and his hands unconsciously clenched the white jade wine jar.

Zhao Xuan's words were particularly clear in Chu Ge's ears.

At this moment, what was torturing him was no longer the soul-locking nail in his body, but the face that was repeatedly rubbing against the back of his hand.

It feels scalding hot to the touch, extremely hot.

Chu Ge lowered his eyes stiffly and looked at Zhao Xuan, only to see that Zhao Xuan was no longer coldly resistant as he remembered, but was subconsciously approaching him.

That kind of closeness was like a natural attraction. I subconsciously wanted to get closer to Chu Ge, unable to resist this natural reaction.

Not only Chu Ge's body and neck were stiff, but also his hand, the back of his hand that Zhao Xuan was leaning on to sleep.

The pain that tore his body and soul apart was silently reminding him that it was time to leave.

They shouldn't have any intersection at all, everything... ends here.

Chu Ge's fingers changed the spell and he disappeared beside Zhao Xuan. After the hand that Zhao Xuan was originally resting on was pulled away, a white jade pillow appeared out of thin air.

Instead of using that slightly cool big hand as a pillow, Zhao Xuan fell asleep peacefully.

Chu Ge instantly left the demon world's barrier and looked down at the demon world from the sky above Ghost Crying Mountain with deep eyes.

That's good too.