Supreme Emperor of Swords Chapter 352 - Hangover—Parting—Girls

Chapter 352 Hangover—Parting—Girls

Lyu Kuang changed his face, “You got the wrong person. I haven’t been there.”
“Hahahahaha. Come on, little Kuangkuang, Don’t be so cold.” Wang Xiaoqi made full use of his cheeky skills and grinned boldly, laying his arm around Lyu Kuang’s shoulder and saying while giving him a surreptitious wink, “To be serious, if you had not taken any action at the critical time that night, perhaps we all would have been trapped by Lu Pengfei as he had designed the scheme. Hehe. Other people haven’t recognized you, but I did at first sight. Do you know why?”
“Why?” Lyu Kuang asked subconsciously.
Wang Xiaoqi grinned, “Hahaha, you’ve admitted it. You’ve admitted it. Just now you have admitted it, how could you deny it?”
Lyu Kuang’s face turned black.
Unexpectedly because of his carelessness, he was deceived into telling the truth by the cunning Wang Xiaoqi.
“Haha. Since we are friends, let’s stop here. Let’s drink. If you are always cold like this and have such a face every day, you will be easily misunderstood by people. Adding to that, if you behave in such a manner, no girls would like you,” Wang Xiaoqi said relentlessly, “Besides, do you feel ashamed of becoming friends with us? You can’t live with a long face.”
Lyu Kuang tried to move away a little bit since he was not used to Wang Xiaoqi’s friendliness and had a touch of a frenzied mood.
Was Wang Xiaoqi a woman in his previous life? A very wordy woman… In order to not be disturbed by that wordy guy, Lyu Kuang had to grab the bottle and take a swig of wine.
“Hahaha. That’s all right. Let’s continue. Bottoms up!” Wang Xiaoqi became insatiable.
Lyu Kuang was helpless, and he took a big gulp.
“I had never expected that you could really drink. Come on, in the name of friendship, let’s drink bottle by bottle to see who can finish drinking this.” Wang Xiaoqi was excited.
Lyu Kuang drunk so much wine for the first time and he felt dizzy, but it seemed not too bad to drink that kind of wine heavily. He raised the bottle in a daze and drunk a big sip…
Then he had a sudden impulse to shout.
Wang Xiaoqi smiled cunningly.
“Poor cold senior brother, you are so quickly misled.”
“Hehe. What Senior Brother Ding said seems to be right. Many people who are cold superficially are full of a strong desire for friendship. They’re not sociable, so they need you to take the initiative. Furthermore, people like Lyu Kuang are aloof and arrogant at heart, but they are very pure-minded and it is very easy to trick them.”
So the thing developed according to an unusual ploy.
When the night banquet was nearly over, people watched a tongue-tied and inconceivable scene—
Lyu Kuang, the Crazyman who was always cold and said few words, changed his previous image and sat with Wang Xiaoqi on the ground. They held wine bottles half-naked and played the finger-guessing game at the top of their voices with their faces red and necks swollen…
“I must be seeing the wrong person,” Li Yunqi rubbed his eyes.
“What happened?” Xiao Chengxuan didn’t understand what he saw.
“Hey? Who is the guy sitting beside Xiaoqi？He is very much like Lyu Kuang,” Ren Xiaoyao asked with surprise.
At that moment—
“Hey. Hey. Hey. Three of you, yes, you, come here quickly. Stand near him for me. He must be acting shamelessly. It’s impossible for me to lose to Wang Xiaoqi continuously with my reaction capacity. He must be cheating…”
Lyu Kuang turned around and saw three people; he waved his hand at them.
“Impossible! Is it really the Crazyman Lyu Kuang?” Three people felt that the world seemed to be in a little bit of a mess.
…
That banquet was carefully arranged by Wang Xiaoqi and it lasted until very late in the night. Many people left drunk in a stumbling manner the next day.
The two girls Yu Jueyao and Murong Yanzhi left at midnight.
As they left, with gloomy expressions they were reluctant to say good-bye to Ding Hao.
Joining the Six Peaks and Six Bases was an admirable glory and opportunity, but it also meant the incoming harder and more diligent cultivation. The Sect’s management was stricter. They would not be as casual as nominal disciples. In a long time, they would not meet each other.
Nobody knew when they would meet next.
Ding Hao also felt a little sad.
He felt that he had watched such a scene before. Like every graduation in the previous life, classmates got together and said good-bye to each other. The five academies of nominal disciples were like a big school, and during the one year period of time, many teenagers developed very deep feelings. At the moment, out of various reasons, they would part temporarily.
For many people, that farewell meant that they wouldn’t have a chance to meet each other again for the rest of their lives.
While saying their farewells, Ding Hao presented Yu Jueyao and Murong Yanzhi with a gift for each of them.
The gift to Yu Jueyao was a small storage bracelet in green and it looked like emerald flowing with bright and elegant splendor. With Ding Hao’s special Chinese-character inscriptions, the bracelet was carved with a famous poem: “In moonlit pearls see tears in mermaid’s eyes. With sunburned mirth let blue jade vaporize”. The bracelet could not only store items and inspire the inscriptions in it at the critical moment, but could also be taken as a magic defense weapon.
The gift to Murong Yanzhi was a lining amour refined with gold snake skin. The raw material was a giant snake monster Demon Prince’s skin from the crack of the underground ice in the Snow Dragon Mountain. The armor was refined by Ding Hao with a special method and it was carved with ten Chinese characters in a seal cutting manner: “As slow as a forest, as aggressive as fire, as steady as a mountain” to defend a full-effort strike by a superior at the primordial grandmaster level and to improve Murong Yanzhi’s movement speed and strength.
The gifts were prepared earlier by Ding Hao.
In the usual cultivation with magic weapons under the Sword Master’s instruction, the two gifts had been refined again and again by Ding Hao. Their raw materials were obtained from super monsters’ bodies from the underground ice crack in the Snow Dragon Mountain and they were rare and mysterious materials. Furthermore Ding Hao’s refining technique was from the Sword Master’s skills from the antiquity times, so the two gifts could be considered as top quality works of art.
After saying goodbye to the two girls, Ding Hao felt depressed inexplicably and swiftly got drunk.
That was the first time for Ding Hao to indulge himself completely and getting drunk since he was born.
Then he entered a dim dream state, experiencing a series of strange dreams.
Nobody knew how long it had been.
In the morning Ding Hao woke up in a daze and he found that he was lying on a stone bench. With an animal hide blanket, the sun through the big tree leaves was shining on his face and a warm feeling made him feel intoxicated.
Li Yiruo, with a rare sweet and quiet smile, was sitting beside him calmly.
With a white towel in the girl’s hand, she was cleaning Ding Hao’s wine stains carefully. She was soft and tender; her pretty and pure face had an unreal beauty in the morning’s golden sunshine.