Douluo: It started when Bibi Dong tricked me into drinking tea

Chapter 14 Feng Yan: I was cheated by the widow Zhu Zhuqing: I want to know the details
Fengyan’s life beacon is this sentence: No matter how strong he is, the breeze will blow across the hills.

He was so powerful that he could ignore almost everything. His soul power was enough to dominate life.

But Zhu Zhuqing can't do that, she is just a level 27 soul master.

After swallowing the wine in his mouth, Feng Yan walked forward and admitted his mistake.

"I thought I was strong enough that no one and nothing could hurt me. Zhuqing, now that I see you, I finally think I might be wrong."

Pointing at his loose clothes, Feng Yan spread his hands.

"Look at me, I'm already old, and besides training and fighting, I need someone to take care of me when I eat. I also always try to trick Rongrong into treating me to a meal, and my clothes are sloppy. I look like a loser at first glance."

Zhu Zhuqing tilted her head, as if she really understood what Feng Yan meant, and concluded: "Everyone can be brave and fierce, but learning to endure, forgive, and tolerate is the most difficult thing?"

Feng Yan found it very philosophical when he heard it. With his brain, he would never be able to summarize it in his lifetime, so he gave her a thumbs up.

"What an accurate description... Zhuqing, you can even think of this, you are really a genius!"

Zhu Zhuqing smiled bitterly and shook her head, but refused such compliments.

"Anyone can say nice things, but I'm not that magnanimous... If my sister wants to kill me, I will endure it, but I just can't kill her because I'm not strong enough..."

"That's true. There aren't so many saints in this world." Feng Yan thought about it and felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

"There's no point in being anxious. No one can escape damnation. Why not drink while the wine is here? How about a sip?"

As he spoke, Feng Yan wiped the mouth of the bottle with his sleeve and handed the bottle to Zhu Zhuqing.

"Mr. Yan, what you said doesn't sound like consolation..." Zhu Zhuqing didn't take the bottle.

To put it another way, Feng Yan's words are 'you will die sooner or later', which is simply like advising a young girl to drown her sorrows in alcohol. The reason she is not angry is because the little kitten has a good temper.

"You don't want to drink?"

But Fengyan didn't understand at all and was even a little confused.

"I'm not an adult yet..." Zhu Zhuqing could only explain again.

Feng Yan, who just reacted, finally felt embarrassed and wanted to jump off the roof again.

However, Feng Yan felt that this could not be entirely blamed on him. If anyone had to blame someone, it should be Ning Rongrong who gave him a preconceived notion.

"Well... well, Rongrong often takes me to drink secretly. She inherited her father's physique and can't get drunk. This is what I hate most about their family..."

Zhu Zhuqing understood what Feng Yan said. The key point was that he couldn't win by drinking.

He is such a competitive person who has challenged all the sword demons in the entire Douluo Continent. How could he like something he can't win?

It's just a rumor that he is just competitive.

What surprised Feng Yan was that just as he was about to take a sip of wine, Zhu Zhuqing snatched the bottle that Feng Yan was about to take back.

She seemed eager to try it, but before she even took a sip, Zhu Zhuqing's little face looked like she was drunk, as red as a cooked shrimp.

"Actually, I don't blame Master Yan for standing up for me! Even though what happened today was too extreme! The consequences may be very serious! But I divorced Dai Mubai today! This is the most satisfying thing I have ever done since I was born!"

Zhu Zhuqing spoke word by word, almost shouting at the end. Her cold voice sounded like a brisk massage to one's ears.

After venting her emotions, she returned to her cautious appearance and said softly: "Mr. Yan is not feeling well, I will help you drink it..."

"Eh!"

Before Feng Yan could stop her, Zhu Zhuqing gulped down the entire bottle of wine in just a few gulps, and then choked.

"Cough cough..."

"You drink really fast..."

Feng Yan said with emotion: "Don't worry about you laughing at me. Back then, I was deceived by a widow and was poisoned. The reason I'm not dead now is that my physique is a little special. It doesn't matter whether I drink aphrodisiacs or poison, it's nothing to me, not to mention alcohol."

Zhu Zhuqing's face turned even redder, but with her eyes blurred, she seemed to calm down. She burped and asked, "Burp~Why?"

"Because in a way, alcohol can really be a poison."

Fengyan means alcohol, that is, ethanol, which left a vague impression on me when I was studying chemistry.

But he only remembered this little bit and didn't intend to say more. The moonlight was just right now and he didn't want to ruin the scenery.

Looking at the still staggering little cat, Feng Yan thought that the martial arts he had made up was only useful.

This is the only thing he can show for it. It's time to resolve Zhu Zhuqing's concerns.

Perhaps he was infected by Ning Rongrong, Feng Yan put his hands on his waist and said proudly: "Forget it, don't worry about it. Since I have made you homeless, I will take responsibility as your teacher!"

Then Feng Yan patted Zhu Zhuqing on the shoulder and said with a very confident smile: "Zhuqing, since I used your teacher's identity to help you break off the engagement, you don't want to reject my disciple, right?"

Although she was a little shaky after drinking, Zhu Zhuqing, who was holding the empty bottle, was still shaky, but she still shook her head vigorously.

"Okay!" In order to express his satisfaction, Feng Yan patted Zhu Zhuqing's shoulders twice happily, and then put his hands on his waist again.

"Then you, Zhu Zhuqing, are my first disciple! Considering that you have the spirit of the Netherworld Spirit Cat of the Agility Attack Department, I will teach you according to your aptitude and first teach you a set of easy-to-learn light body skills."

Thinking of pretending to be elegant first, Feng Yan did not start from the basics, but rather taught the very boring internal energy techniques.

"You can learn the mental skills slowly. The grappling methods that are suitable for you are difficult to master, so I won't teach you any of them for now."

At the end, Feng Yan used a coaxing tone to say: "Do you want to know what the skill is called? It has a nice name~" Although Zhu Zhuqing's face was red, she looked very serious. What surprised Feng Yan was that what she wanted to know was: "But I want to know more about why Master Yan was deceived by the widow."

"I..." Feng Yan regretted it so much that he even took a step back. He shouldn't have expressed his feelings so easily!

Zhu Zhuqing was obviously not very good at drinking. Feng Yan had never heard her say such things before. He felt that it was probably because she was on the rooftop and the wind blew her drunk.

She seemed to have just remembered something, she covered her mouth, bowed unsteadily and apologized, "Um! I'm sorry, Master Yan, I shouldn't have asked such a private question, you don't have to answer!"

After being stunned for a while, Feng Yan finally realized that Zhu Zhuqing was a beat slow to react and spoke her mind first.

Poor Feng Yan, if Zhu Zhuqing hadn't said it in a provocative manner, he might really not have answered.

"What's there that can't be answered!" Feng Yan's eyes widened.

Feng Yan has always thought that Zhu Zhuqing is a good girl. She is just a drunk, introverted and kind girl. How could she have any bad intentions?

At least he won't suffer the same terrible consequences as Ning Rongrong, such as social death?

Feng Yan thought, anyway, he would not tell her that the Pretty Widow was the current Pope of the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong, so it would not be a big problem.

Just think of it as using your own embarrassing experience to comfort her! He is a great sword demon, so he is very generous!
"Oh! I'm a man too. Isn't it normal for a man to be deceived by a pretty widow? Any man would be fooled! I was already an adult at that time, so why couldn't I think about getting married?"

"Master Yan hasn't married yet?"

Now Feng Yan understood a little more clearly. It was obvious that Zhu Zhuqing was also a woman. Her ability to grasp the key points naturally came down to gossip.

After thinking about it carefully, Feng Yan felt that this matter could not be taken lightly.

Because neither Bibi Dong nor Qian Renxue can be considered as wives, let alone holding a wedding, neither of them has confirmed the relationship.

Firstly, Bibi Dong wanted to kill her, and secondly, Qian Renxue had finished eating and didn’t even leave time for them to meet.

This incident made Feng Yan look like a scumbag who turned his gun and refused to recognize his friend.

After thinking it through, Feng Yan spread his hands and replied, "If the widow and her daughter don't count, then there really isn't one. I'm an old bachelor."

But the fact is, the number and the relationship between mother and daughter are already bad enough.

The little kitten raised his little hand, pointed at Feng Yan's nose and said, "Huh! Two? Mother and daughter?! Master Yan, you are worse than Dai Mubai!"

What is it like to drive a sword demon crazy with just one sentence? Zhu Zhuqing will tell you that the sword demon will also yell.

"What? Dai Mubai took the initiative! I was forced! Do you understand what forced is? I was forced! How can they be the same?!"

His hands were in the pose of pinning someone down, and Feng Yan even did several squats to explain it more vividly.

Unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, Zhu Zhuqing said, "It seems so..."

With one hand on his waist, he gasped for air, and with the other hand he covered his face speechlessly. At this moment, Feng Yan only asked Zhu Zhuqing to admit that he was not a scumbag.

In other words, Zhu Zhuqing had a red face and a dazed look at this time, and Feng Yan had no idea what she was thinking as she tilted her head and stared at him.

Now that the gossip is over, it’s time to get back to the topic.

"Okay, I'll tell you straight away. This technique is called 'Light Footsteps'. It's really powerful and can last for an infinite amount of time! When you use this light footsteps in battle, you can dodge enemies while recovering your physical and spiritual strength."

"When you reach the level of being awarded a title, I, your master, will also have an air combat version, which will arrange everything for you clearly!"

Having said that, Feng Yan began to practice in front of Zhu Zhuqing.

For a moment, Feng Yan's body was as fast as a flying soul beast, free and easy.

Or it may be like an enemy attacks out of nowhere, and you have no way of predicting the trajectory of its movements. You seem to be in great danger of being attacked when you advance or retreat, but you can usually escape unscathed.

Coupled with Feng Yan's good looks and elusive movements, he seemed as breathtaking as a god or immortal.

Unless he didn't say, "Huh! Good! End of the exercise!"

"How is it? Awesome, right?" Feng Yan was not breathing heavily at this moment, but just sweated a little. It was indeed possible to restore his strength, so it was no wonder that he was proud.

Zhu Zhuqing had never seen this before. She was slightly tipsy at the moment, and her expression couldn't be concealed. Her mouth was slightly open, and shock was written all over her face.

"Amazing…"

In other words, Feng Yan now only wants to teach his apprentice. He looked at Zhu Zhuqing's shoes. At this time, the kitten was still wearing leather jacket, leather pants and high heels.

"Change your clothes and shoes. High heels for girls may look good, but they don't add any combat power. You'll definitely slip easily as a beginner."

After Feng Yan acted like a teacher, Zhu Zhuqing, who tilted her head, finally spoke: "Mr. Yan, you are as beautiful as I imagined..."

"what?"

This was the first time in Feng Yan's life that he observed a drunk person up close. It is said that people speak the truth when they are drunk. Looking at Zhu Zhuqing like this, he was afraid that what she said was nonsense after drinking was true.

She seemed to be a beat slower and denied what she just said: "Oh no, I'll go change my clothes now!"

After saying that, Zhu Zhuqing fled from the rooftop under Feng Yan's confused gaze.

After returning to the room, Zhu Zhuqing buried herself in the quilt.

Zhu Zhuqing slowly curled herself up into a ball, covering her red face, and then she murmured to herself: "How can I say what's in my heart..."

(End of this chapter)