Chapter 114

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

In the backyard of the Shen Wei General's Mansion, the evening breeze carried a faint scent of alcohol; in the pavilion where everyone had drunk and talked freely last time, lanterns flickered and the air was thick with the fumes of wine.

Ren's face was flushed red, his hair disheveled; clearly he had already drunk quite a lot.

He leaned slantwise against a pavilion pillar, looking with a cold smile at Dan Heng opposite, whose cheeks were tinged with red and who seemed somewhat dizzy, his tone carrying a hint of teasing:

"Can't hold your liquor before a hundred cups? What, does that brat Jing Yuan usually not let you drink on the Luo Fu?"

"Hmph~! Before you speak, first open your own eyes wide and look carefully."

Dan Heng pressed against his throbbing forehead, his tone carrying a few parts lazy drunkenness, and retorted.

Ren himself was so drunk his gaze was drifting; he looked about to topple over, yet still had the nerve to tease him.

Hearing this, Ren closed his eyes and took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his drunkenness, and raised his eyes to look at the seat of honor opposite.

When he saw Xuan Ge being held in the arms of Yao Guang and Kafka, one on each side, his head tilted to the side in a feigned-sleep pose, he couldn't help but spit on the ground with a "pah" and curse in a low voice:

"Useless Xuan Ge."

Jing Liu to the side was also a bit tipsy from the alcohol, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush; her crimson eyes glanced at Xuan Ge, who was being tightly embraced by the two women.

Seeing him putting on such an act, utterly lacking any of the dignity and bearing of the Shen Wei General, a wave of displeasure rose in her heart; she lifted her foot and, without the slightest hesitation, stomped hard on the back of Xuan Ge's foot.

"Ah hehe~" Xuan Ge "winced in pain," could no longer keep up the act, and immediately opened his eyes, piling a perfunctory smile on his face as he looked at everyone to smooth things over:

"Oh my~ so you haven't finished drinking yet? Dan Heng, didn't expect your alcohol tolerance to be pretty good; you can drink more than I imagined."

Dan Heng couldn't be bothered to humor Xuan Ge's subject-changing; he shook his head helplessly, picked up the wine pot on the table, and filled Xuan Ge's empty cup to the brim.

He had figured it out: the women around Xuan Ge were all fighting for favor, refusing to yield an inch.

This drinking party, to put it bluntly, was just an invisible "favor-competition conference."

He didn't want to get mixed up in it, and even less did he want to go through fire and water for Xuan Ge and bring a whole load of trouble on himself.

Xuan Ge took the cup as the situation dictated, downed it in one gulp, and in his heart secretly calculated what topic he could find to quickly end this awkward and perilous drinking party.

Stay any longer, and who knew when another "war" between women might break out.

But before he could think of a topic, the aura around him stalled for a moment; Xuan Ge instantly sensed a familiar presence approaching.

His heart gave a sudden lurch; he thought secretly that things were bad — Da Li Hua had arrived.

The next second, a dark-blue flame flashed by, and Da Li Hua's figure appeared in the pavilion.

She wore a magnificent formal gown that outlined her graceful figure; her legs were wrapped in sexy black stockings, making her look all the more alluring.

"Haaah~~ General~~ such a lively drinking party, how could it be without me~"

The moment Da Li Hua's voice fell, she walked forward and directly squeezed Yao Guang and Kafka aside, her arms tightly encircling Xuan Ge's neck, pressing her body extremely close.

She even leaned in directly, stuck out her tongue, and lightly licked Xuan Ge's neck, her tone ambiguous and coquettish.

Ling Sha sat to the side, watching this scene, forcibly suppressing the urge to flare up in anger.

Before Kafka could activate her Word Spirit technique to stop her, Ling Sha had already risen first, grabbed Da Li Hua's tail from behind with considerable force, forcibly yanked her out of Xuan Ge's embrace, and pressed her down onto the seat beside her.

"Ow~~ Ling Sha, be gentle!" Da Li Hua glared at Ling Sha with a spoiled complaint, her tone carrying a few parts grievance.

"My tail — only the General may grab it; what right do you have to grab me?"

In her eyes, her tail belonged exclusively to Xuan Ge; Ling Sha's action was undoubtedly a provocation against her.

"Endure it." Ling Sha spoke indifferently, her tone icy; she didn't spare Da Li Hua a single glance, completely ignoring her coquettish, affected appearance.

In her view, Da Li Hua's such unbridled behavior was simply beyond the bounds of propriety.

The smile on Kafka's face had long since vanished; with a calm expression she picked up a tissue from the table, dabbed it with a bit of alcohol, and gently wiped the lingering moisture from Xuan Ge's neck.

Again and again, until she confirmed she could no longer smell Da Li Hua's scent, only then did a gentle smile reappear on her face.

"Hey! Kafka, what do you mean by that?"

Seeing this, Da Li Hua immediately became displeased; she slapped the table and demanded:

"Wiping is wiping, but what's the meaning of using alcohol? You're disinfecting — do you think I'm dirty?"

"Hehe~~" Kafka let out a light laugh, not even casting a sidelong glance at Da Li Hua, utterly not taking her question to heart.

Tonight, she didn't want her mood ruined by Da Li Hua's presence.

Moreover, Da Li Hua had practically won far too much by now; she absolutely wouldn't give Da Li Hua any opening to exploit.

Kafka's gaze covertly glanced at Da Li Hua's lower abdomen.

Although that spot was concealed by the formal gown, the special pattern could not be seen.

But she knew in her heart just how ruthless Da Li Hua had been to stay by Xuan Ge's side — ruthless enough to scheme even against herself.

"Hmph, Xuan Ge, so you like this type?"

Jing Liu lifted her wine cup, her crimson eyes fixed tightly on Xuan Ge, her tone carrying a few parts displeasure and jealousy.

She knew Xuan Ge preferred women with large assets, but she hadn't expected he would also like Da Li Hua's type — so wild and uninhibited.

Jing Liu secretly grumbled: her own figure wasn't small either..... should still be fine, right.

And she was plenty wild too; these nights, she had never cared about any General's Mansion etiquette, clinging to Xuan Ge tighter than anyone.

Kafka was one thing, but Yao Guang, the illustrious Xun Lie Tian Jiang, every night lay sprawled on top of Xuan Ge to sleep.

That was bad enough; even more excessive was that Yao Guang would actually sneak downward in the middle of the night, thinking of every way to take advantage of Xuan Ge!

Now every night in the General's bedroom, the three of them were like the Three Kingdoms standing in a tripartite standoff, mutually on guard, none yielding to the other — they couldn't even sleep in peace.

"What's wrong with my type?"

Da Li Hua looked at Jing Liu unconvinced, her cheeks flushing with a heated blush, her pupils gradually turning crimson, the aura around her becoming somewhat restless.

"Where do I fall short compared to you?"

Speaking, she turned her head again to look at Xuan Ge, her tone instantly becoming soft and coquettish, carrying a few hints of ambiguous teasing:

"General, did you forget that night? You didn't cherish me in the slightest~~"

These words, like igniting a fuse, instantly made the atmosphere in the pavilion tense.

The gazes of the three women instantly locked onto Da Li Hua in unison.

Eating was one thing, but she actually dared to flaunt this kind of thing in public, it was simply deliberate provocation!

Jing Liu was so angry her whole body trembled slightly, wishing she could immediately stand up, draw her ice sword, and give Da Li Hua a ruthless lesson, to let her know what rules are!

Da Li Hua was clearly doing it on purpose; she clearly knew that it was her own careless words at the time that allowed Da Li Hua to succeed!

Now she actually dared to turn around and mock her!

"Women are truly troublesome."

Ren leaned against the pavilion pillar, looking at this Shura field about to erupt before his eyes, his brows tightly furrowed, his tone carrying a hint of impatience, muttering in a low voice.

Ever since coming to Shen Wu, the thing he found most annoying in this life was women's quarrels, incessant chatter, never-ending.

Dan Heng beside him, hearing these words, subconsciously lightly nodded his head, his eyes full of agreement and helplessness.

He would rather cross blades with Ren again and fight a hearty battle than stay in this place of right and wrong, watching these women vie for favor and make things difficult for each other.

It was truly too troublesome, more exhausting than dealing with a war.

"A Ren, you're drunk." Kafka, hearing Ren's muttering, revealed a "Core Goodness" smile on her face.

Seeing this, Dan Heng immediately spoke up to mediate, also conveniently finding a reason to extricate himself, saying to Ren in a flat tone:

"Ren, we still have a free fight to fight, don't waste time here."

Ren, hearing this, instantly perked up, violently stood up, and roared with crimson eyes:

"Five people! Three prices! Dan Heng, you....."

"Shut up!"

Dan Heng didn't wait for him to finish that mumbling catchphrase, grabbed Ren's wrist, and forcibly dragged him toward the outside of the pavilion.

Right now he only wanted to hurry and leave this place of right and wrong, never wanting to see this headache-inducing Shura field again.