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

Chapter 15 If a cat is hungry, it will enter the hunting time
The rooftop is a good place, but it doesn’t feel very good to watch the stars and the wind.

The wind was very noisy tonight, and he felt that he might really be too old to handle even a little girl.

People cannot be compared with each other. The boundary between tightness and looseness in one's words lies here.

When I talked about my past with Zhu Zhuqing, the rumors would only cause some embarrassment at most, and there was no risk of it being spread outside, so I felt much more comfortable talking about it.

The problem is that Fengyan wine was stolen, and my appetite was aroused. It was very uncomfortable to be neither hungry nor thirsty.

He didn't dare to buy another bottle. Feng Yan coaxed the little girl for the first time, thinking that if Zhu Zhuqing came back and couldn't find him, it would be troublesome.

After a long time, Zhu Zhuqing finally came back.

What made Feng Yan happiest was that the child was sensible. She was holding two bottles of wine in her arms, no wonder she took so long.

Feng Yan, who was smacking his lips, ignored everything else and took the two bottles of wine handed to him by Zhu Zhuqing.

But when he just pulled out the cork, he finally realized something was wrong and froze in place.

Because Zhu Zhuqing's outfit had changed so much at this time, she was wearing a soft black dress with a black cat pattern embroidered on it, which was quite cute.

But it’s too cool and too short!

Zhu Zhuqing's delicate collarbone was exposed to the air. As if to cover her legs, she wore a pair of black pantyhose, which seemed to cover her entire legs with a layer of abyssal mist.

I also changed my shoes. The question is why are they white rubber-soled sandals with black soles? !

The hem of the little toe is wrapped so neatly in black stockings, what's going on?

Overall, she was dressed very homely. Although Zhu Zhuqing was young, she was in very good condition.

With this combination, isn’t it a lazy and mature lady style?

The last time Feng Yan saw this style was in Bibi Dong’s secret room.

This made the Sword Demon nervous, and he subconsciously asked, "Zhu...Zhu Qing, why are you dressed like this?"

"I have no other clothes."

"Really?"

"Yes, there is only one." Zhu Zhuqing answered very confidently, especially her little face, which looked very serious.

If her cheeks weren't so red, Feng Yan would have believed it immediately.

"If that's the case, you shouldn't be afraid of exposing yourself, right?" Feng Yan was led by some strange force to tell the truth.

The little kitten couldn't stand it anymore, and pressed down the hem of her skirt with her two hands. Tongtong's expression immediately became embarrassed, "Master Yan! Bad!"

She is so cute that she even suppressed my wandering thoughts for a moment.

"If you don't change, it will start!" Feng Yan said start and finally looked away pretending to be indifferent.

The gaze that fell on the black cat's graceful walk.

Forcing himself to sit on the edge of the eaves, Feng Yan opened the bottle cap and took two gulps to calm himself down.

He exuded a faint sadness. Feng Yan felt that no matter how old he was, he could not change his addiction to gambling and drugs.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been deceived by Spider Lady and lost his body and cultivation.

The scariest thing was that the kitten didn’t even put on more clothes and just sat on the eaves next to Feng Yan.

The slightly swaying black jade is so beautiful that it is beyond words.

Besides, Feng Yan had no reason to refuse her: "Mr. Yan, I want to drink with you first."

"okay."

After getting Feng Yan's consent, Zhu Zhuqing took another bottle of wine and placed it on her well-trained and delicate thighs, then opened the bottle cap.

Now it seemed normal to appreciate the beautiful jade. Two bottles of wine, right? It's normal for two people to drink together.

Zhu Zhuqing clinked glasses and took a sip. Feng Yan felt something was wrong again. Why did this girl lean her legs towards him again?
“How…how…” Feng Yan stuttered.

"Doesn't Master Yan like to watch it?"

With tears in his eyes, Feng Yan denied it stubbornly, "I... I'm not..."

"But you're still looking at it, your eyes never leave it."

Feng Yan was in even more pain. He looked up at the sky with a look of sadness on his face that seemed to overflow from his eyes. “This…this…I’m looking at the stars!”

After taking a sip from the bottle, Zhu Zhuqing asked about another important matter.

"Is Master Yan really okay? You used up so much soul power the day before. If you are not feeling well, you can rest more. You still have plenty of time, so you can practice later."

"No?!" How can a man say no? Feng Yan felt that he was looked down upon, and immediately told his true situation.

"I just can't use my original power to kill strong enemies anymore. Teaching you martial arts is just like stretching your muscles. At most, you will be a little tired and need to rest more. Why can't I do that?" "Oh, that's good." Zhu Zhuqing nodded.

At this moment, Feng Yan didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at all. "Of course, you still doubt my level as a teacher? Let me tell you about the fight..."

After boasting for a while, the two of them drank almost enough, and Feng Yan began his teaching.

The beginning is always the smoothest. Feng Yan told the mantra of Lingbo Weibu and they started practicing again.

"Master Yan, I don't quite understand. Can you demonstrate it again?"

"It's not difficult. I'll go slower so you can see more clearly."

"it is good."

Slowness is a skill, because speed can build momentum and save energy, while slowing down will consume more energy.

Unfortunately, this is what Feng needs right now.

After finishing the exercise again, Feng Yan was a little out of breath this time, "See... did you see it clearly?"

"I understand somewhat."

"Then do it again?"

"Ah."

So Feng Yan patiently practiced it again.

This time, Feng Yan was gasping for breath while supporting himself on his knees, but this did not match his boast of recovering while fighting.

"Yes...I am not in good health right now...Oh, okay...if you can master this, you won't feel tired even when fighting!"

To put it bluntly, Feng Yan's physical fitness is too poor. If he were a normal person, the speed of recovering physical strength would exceed the consumption of Lingbo Weibu.

This is what Fengyan explained.

Zhu Zhuqing seemed to understand, and she nodded in agreement, "I believe Master Yan will not lie to me. I think we can give it a try in actual combat."

This really touched Feng Yan's heart. After taking a deep breath, he immediately agreed with Zhu Zhuqing's statement, "You are right! We must practice in practice. It is useless to practice without fighting."

"Come, attack me and show me how powerful I am!"

After receiving recognition, Zhu Zhuqing began to activate her soul power.

Without any martial spirit possessing him, he even slowed down his speed when attacking Feng Yan.

……

As expected, Feng Yan collapsed from exhaustion and was supported by Zhu Zhuqing as he walked down from the rooftop.

Anyway, their rooms are consecutive numbers, so it's convenient for us to go there.

After being helped into the room, Feng Yan finally saw the bed and said with emotion, "Ah... I'm so tired, let's go to sleep..."

"Don't you want to take a shower?" Zhu Zhuqing's words somewhat destroyed the atmosphere before the break.

The beautiful girl is of good quality. She didn’t sweat much after training for a while and still smelled good.

Feng Yan thought, does the little cat dislike him, a sweaty, smelly man?

The problem is, he is too lazy to change his pants unless there are holes in them. He is so tired, why would he care so much?
"Why would a grown man care about so many details?" Feng Yan said as he fell onto the bed.

It was natural for Feng Yan to fall asleep very smoothly, but he didn't expect that he would be pulled back by Zhu Zhuqing.

"That won't do!"

The two of them were almost in close contact all of a sudden.

If he was really a strong and rough man, perhaps he would not have received such treatment. After all, Mr. Feng looks more feminine than a girl.

But the problem is that Zhu Zhuqing said no, and just asked Feng Yan to take a shower.

But what she actually did was grab Feng Yan's hands and lift them above his head.

Feng Yan suddenly felt something was wrong and sobered up a lot. He looked at Zhu Zhuqing with some fear.

Looking at her red but serious face, Feng Yan asked fearfully: "Do...what?"

Not only did Zhu Zhuqing raise Feng Yan's hands up in an instant, her breathing also became more rapid.

She stepped back despite the rumors and pushed him down on the bed.

"How can a beauty like Young Master Yan not take a bath? If you don't want to take a bath, I will help you!"

Just take a shower. What’s the point of taking a shower in bed?
(End of this chapter)