“Three elders, accompany me…” Immediately, Beidou looked at the three elders beside him.
“Get lost!” the third elder said.
Hearing this, Beidou’s gaze fell on Qixing: “Seven…”
“Not going,” Qixing said.
Beidou: “…”
Isn’t it supposed to be “true feelings are revealed in times of adversity,” and “life and death are shared together”? Why are all men acting like fools!
Helpless, Beidou could only put on a face full of pleasing smiles and walked slowly to Ye Wanan’s side.
“Sister Feng.”
Beidou looked at Ye Wanan and smiled as he spoke.
However, before Beidou could finish speaking, Ye Wanan raised her right arm, and before he knew what happened, Beidou’s nose was instantly punched.
Beidou, holding his nose, looked at Ye Wanan with a face full of grievances: “Sister Feng, can’t we fight somewhere else?”
At this moment, Ye Wanan pointed to a nearby wine cabinet and said, “How about there? That’s… alcohol.”
Beidou: “…”
Isn’t it said that intelligence becomes zero after getting drunk? She doesn’t look stupid, though. How can she still remember that there’s alcohol in the wine cabinet? He felt like he was going to be beaten to death by Sister Feng tonight!
“Sister Feng, by the way, the Demon Lord, the Demon Lord urgently needs to see you!” Beidou quickly spoke up. At the moment, the Demon Lord had become his only lifeline.
“Demon Lord…”
Hearing Beidou’s words, Ye Wanan looked puzzled.
“Where… where is he?” Ye Wanan looked around.
“Here, here, he’s right here!”
Immediately, Beidou got up and rushed to Qiu Shui’s side, asking Qiu Shui to hold up the phone and point it at Ye Wanan.
“Such a letdown!” Ye Wanan frowned deeply. “Just drink, why… why put up a memorial tablet…”
Beidou: “…”
The First Elder: “…”
The Second Elder: “…”
The Third Elder: “…”
No one expected that the Demon Lord in the video would be called a memorial tablet by their leader, even Si Yehan couldn’t help but furrow his brow slightly.
“Sister Feng, that’s not a memorial tablet, it’s the Demon Lord,” the First Elder reminded Ye Wanan.
“Demon Lord?”
Hearing this, Ye Wanan was taken aback and squinted her eyes to carefully look at the man in the video on the phone.
At the same time, Si Yehan also looked at Ye Wanan, and the two of them remained silent.
“Demon Lord… how did he die?” After a moment, Ye Wanan asked.
Upon hearing Ye Wanan’s question, everyone present was once again confused.
Alright, this wine was making everything go haywire.
“White Alliance Leader, I’m still alive,” Si Yehan quickly spoke.
“Huh, not a memorial tablet.” Seeing the man in the video speak, Ye Wanan was full of surprise.
Ye Wanan stared at Si Yehan in the video for a long time. Before others could say anything more, she pointed at the video and suddenly said, “You are the Demon Lord? No, you are… Aren’t you the little lackey that Asura kept locked up in the little black room?”
Upon hearing Ye Wanan’s words, the man in the video maintained his deep gaze and met Ye Wanan’s eyes, seemingly trying to find something within them.
Finally, did she remember something?
At this moment, the First Elder and the others looked at Ye Wanan with bewildered expressions. What was the leader talking about? This man is obviously the big boss behind Asura, how could the leader say he’s just a little lackey?
“She’s really drunk. Sister Feng can’t even recognize the Demon Lord now, but she hasn’t even drunk that much!” Qixing muttered as he looked at Ye Wanan.
“Sister Feng can’t hold her liquor,” Qixing added from the side.