Legend of Sword King

"Brother Qing, I want to drink with you as well. Let me toast you!" Song Xuejun held up a wine bowl that was not much smaller than a face and said to Chen Qing seriously.    

    

Yang Ruoxi had been drinking a bowl of wine at that time, so when she heard Song Xuejun's words, she immediately spat it out. She stared at Song Xuejun with wide eyes: "Love brother?"    

    

After being sprayed all over by Yang Ruoxi, Cheng Qing could only helplessly look at her and say: "Why are you so excited for, it's brother Qing, Cheng Qing!"    

    

In fact, he didn't know why Song Xuejun suddenly called him that. Before he started, Song Xuejun always called him Master Chen. Perhaps it was due to the experience of their fight together, or perhaps it was due to Chen Qing saving Song Qianshu. Song Xuejun was still young, but she had a pure mind and she already felt very close to Cheng Qing.    

    

"Oh, Brother Qing, it's alright, it's pretty good." Yang Ruoxi immediately replied with a face full of calmness, quickly concealing her loss of manners, to show that she didn't mind. However, she still glanced at Song Xuejun with a twinkling eyes. It was unknown what she was thinking about.    

    

Cheng Qing didn't drink with Song Xuejun immediately and said to her, "This bowl is too big, you should change it."    

    

He was worried that Song Xuejun would fall down because of this bowl of wine.    

    

However, he had obviously underestimated this little girl with the sturdy fighting style. The other side said in all seriousness, "The winery is like a battlefield. Drinking wine is like killing an enemy. You can't discount it!"    

    

Seeing the girl's serious expression, Cheng Qing could not find any better words to refute her, especially when those large, watery eyes stared at her. Cheng Qing could not really refuse, so he had no choice but to drink with her.    

    

Brother Qing, it's all thanks to you saving my disappointing brother today, and also allowing our Song Feng people to live up to their expectations. I know you are not a courteous person, and you have never been one to be unreasonable, so I did not say much. Song Xuejun seemed to have entered a meditative state as she suggested two of them... Wine jar!    

    

Song Qianshu, who was fighting with Shen Bei Wang, turned his head and looked resentfully at Song Xuejun when he heard this. You want to drink with Brother Chen, then go drink with me? Am I that easy?    

    

"Come, Brother Qing, after this jar is sold to you, Song Zhen can send you out on your own authority in the future!" Song Xuejun gave Cheng Qing a jar, and he had an expression of absolute holiness.    

    

Cheng Qing felt his liver ache.    

    

A hand pressed down on the wine jar at the right time, then Yang Ruoxi's bold voice sounded out, "Cheng Qing has already drunk enough, and today he's bathed in blood and killed the enemy. His injuries are quite heavy, so it's not appropriate to drink too much, let me accompany you!"    

    

Seeing Yang Ruoxi blocking the wine for Chen Qing, Song Xuejun was unhappy, "Shopkeeper Yang, what right do you have to help brother Qing drink?"    

    

Yang Ruoxi flung her bangs in front of her forehead, and arrogantly snorted, "Because my relationship with him is different!"    

    

Although Song Xuejun was young, she could also use Yang Ruoxi's words to pry into the true relationship between her and Cheng Qing. How could she not know what Yang Ruoxi was trying to do? The expression in her eyes changed for a while, then she clenched her teeth and stood up, "Fine, I'll lie down and drink your wine first!"    

    

"Just based on a little girl like you?" Yang Ruoxi said that even ten Song Xuejun were not enough.    

    

As a result, sparks flew in all directions as the two began their bloody slaughter.    

    

Cheng Qing didn't stop Yang Ruoxi. If she was willing to stick her head out and let her drink, she would be happy to stop her instead. Tonight was a day to celebrate her victory, so it was unbefitting of her to just lie down and drink. Chen Qing would look at her from the left and right.    

    

In less than two hours, another group of general's academies surged out from within the campsite. Each of them held a wine jar and bowl in their hands with a threatening manner. Looking at the way the leader was clad in armor, his position was obviously not lower than Shen Bei Wang's. Upon closer inspection, these people were all city generals.