Demonic Calamity Across the Heavens: Starting with Little Li's Flying Dagger

Chapter 72 Drunk on a Beauty's Lap, Awake with a Killing Sword in Hand [Bonus Chapter, Requesti

"Loves wine more than life itself?"

"Haha, if Li Xunhuan had a choice, he would definitely be the person who loves alcohol the least in the world."

Unfortunately, even if he were given ten more chances, he would still be addicted to alcohol, becoming someone who would rather die than live a life consumed by alcohol.

Under Wei Wu's "guidance," Lin Xian'er finally understood what kind of person Li Xunhuan was, and immediately sighed in agreement with Wei Wu, "Why is Li Xunhuan doing this to himself?"

"Just a spineless pushover who demeans himself!"

No man likes it when a woman praises or cares about another man in front of him, even if he has no feelings for that woman.

This is about a man's childish competitiveness.

Wei Wu was a man, and a domineering one at that, so upon hearing Lin Xian'er's words, he patted his bottom unhappily, gesturing for Lin Xian'er to stand up, and said:

"Go back to Plum Garden first and hold my victory celebration banquet. How can I, the person directly involved, not show up?"

Lin Xian'er stood up naturally, her face showing a hint of coquettishness and resentment, and said, "Lin Lingling hasn't been feeling well these past few days, and my sister and I are afraid we won't be able to take good care of her."

"Then it's no big deal to practice a few less times."

Wei Wu waved his hand, turned around and left the room without caring.

Lin Xian'er's words were actually an implication that he could choose a few more girls to be with.

But people always grow!

Wei Wu used to have very little money, preferring to rely on his own efforts rather than waste money. Later, as his business improved, he started ordering fast food, and eventually, his tastes naturally improved to the level of flight attendants.

It's the same principle. Before, he wasn't very famous, and his main selling point was that he accepted all comers.

But now he is the number one expert in the martial arts world, and he has tasted all kinds of top-notch things. How could he possibly lower himself to deal with those ordinary women?

Even someone like Blue Scorpion, who was skilled in bed and had a great figure but only average looks, was not worth Wei Wu's attention.

The worst one can be someone like Hua Baifeng!

……

forecourt.

Eighteen tables were set up in the side hall and thirty-six tables were set up in the courtyard. Every table was full of people. Guests gathered, and laughter and chatter filled the air. It was a lively scene.

At the main table, only Sun Baifa, Sun Tuozi, and Li Xunhuan were seated, while Sun Xiaohong stood aside, rolling her eyes and fuming.

None of the three were not ill. The one with the least injuries had his back broken in two and could only sit up by relying on his internal energy.

And yet, I still drank at two banquets!

If any slightly famous figures in the martial arts world came to offer them a toast, Sun Baifa and Li Xunhuan would accept it without hesitation, to the point that there were two or three empty jars under the table, and both of them would blush.

And yet he's still drinking!

Sun Xiaohong really felt that if they kept drinking, there was no guarantee that they wouldn't have to attend another banquet in a few days!

"grandfather……"

Just as Sun Xiaohong was about to persuade Sun Baifa, Sun Tuozi, who was standing nearby, quickly grabbed her sleeve and pulled her aside.

Sun Tuozi shook his head, signaling her not to interfere, while simultaneously raising his chin at Sun Baifa's hand that was hanging under the table.

Sun Xiaohong had a sharp eye, but it was only then that she noticed Sun Baifa's hand under the table was actually using his inner energy to force the wine into the cup, and she immediately laughed in anger.

If you can't outdrink someone, you resort to tricks. You really are a worthy example of your shameless storyteller grandfather!

Seeing that her grandfather was alright, Sun Xiaohong didn't bother to care anymore. Her round eyes darted around, and she grinned, pointing to the people at other tables, saying:

"I'll go listen and see what fun things they have to say."

"Oh, you..." Sun Tuozi wanted to stop him.

Sun Baifa waved his hand impatiently: "Go on, go on. I knew you couldn't sit still."

His face reeked of alcohol, and his eyes seemed to be veiled by a layer of alcohol mist. He said drunkenly, "This girl has been used to wandering the world with me since she was a child. She loves to hear stories of the martial arts world. She's impulsive and has no sense of self."

Li Xunhuan's pained and weary eyes only glanced at Sun Xiaohong before fixing on the wine glass in his hand, looking at his own "broken" and blurry face reflected in the shimmering wine. He casually echoed, "Miss Sun is innocent and straightforward. She just wants to know more about the strange tales of the martial world, which is only human nature."

Sun Baifa nodded repeatedly, "Yes, it's only natural to seek out hidden places and mysteries. I wonder what Li Tanhua's plans are next?"

His eyes, though hazy with the smell of alcohol, were clear, and his question sounded like a casual remark.

Li Xunhuan paused in his wine cup, then nonchalantly sipped the wine without savoring it, swallowing it whole. He closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face, and said, "Naturally, I'll return to the border."

"Back to the border..." Sun Baifa murmured, savoring the words without pressing further. He simply sighed, "Then this vast Li Garden will likely change hands again!"

Gaba --

The wine cup in Li Xunhuan's hand was instantly cracked, but at the last moment, he still managed to press it down on the table.

His face, no longer young, twitched, and tears of bitterness and pain streamed down his cheeks.

It is said that men do not easily shed tears, but Sun Baifa's simple words struck a nerve with Li Xunhuan.

To hand over the family business of three generations to someone else is unfilial.

It is unkind to protect one's nephew when he is wrong, out of selfishness.

He gave up but did not forget, and when he returned to the Central Plains, he had not protected anything, nor changed anything. He never dared to take a step forward, which is cowardice.

Zhongpu never abandoned him, and his greatest wish in this life was for him to stay in the Central Plains and recuperate. However, he failed to protect Zhongpu's life and even concealed the truth, which was unjust.

Such an unfilial, cowardly, and unjust person is none other than Li Xunhuan!

"Cough cough cough..."

Li Xunhuan coughed more and more violently, but what he coughed up was not wine, but a bright red liquid.

His face was ashen, almost deathly pale, comparable to a corpse being placed in its coffin, which worried Sun Tuozi who was standing nearby.

"Li Tanhua, you should go and rest. If you keep drinking like this, even ten lives wouldn't be enough!"

Li Xunhuan laughed through his tears, his throat choked with emotion, unable to utter a single word. He waved his hand, refusing Sun Tuozi's suggestion, then picked up another wine cup, poured himself a drink, and raised his glass.

Before he could even drink, a hand took the glass from his hand.

There aren't many people in the world who dare to snatch wine from Li Xunhuan, and even fewer who can do it.

Wei Wu happened to be one of them.

He sat down next to Li Xunhuan, downed most of the wine in his cup in one gulp, and said, "I've never thought this wine was anything special. It tastes strange, is spicy in the throat, and makes you feel like you've swallowed a knife."

Li Xunhuan smiled bitterly, lifted the jug and poured the wine down his throat, a stream of liquid flowing into his mouth. Two lines of tears streamed down his cheeks. He lowered his head heavily and chuckled:

"Wine is a potion for forgetting love; you're riding high on your success, how could you possibly understand its power?"

Wei Wu nodded, "That's true. You drinkers think too much. I have no requests, only one thing."

Wei Wu's voice wasn't loud, but the hall suddenly fell silent. Everyone, whether drunk or sober, and regardless of what they had been talking about, pricked up their ears, eager to hear what Wei Wu wanted to say.

Wei Wu said:

"Drunk, I recline on a beauty's lap; awake, I wield a murderous sword. That's all."