0p0 Chapter 290 Mu Feng: Mei, a poet
Chapter 290 Mu Feng: Mei, a poet
As time slowly passed, the starlight in the night sky gradually replaced the lights in the city, and by this time, the night was deep.
After a busy day, the city of Sumeru fell into a deep sleep under the protection of the sacred tree, bathed in starlight, washing away its fatigue.
Along the street, apart from the sound of fireflies fluttering their wings on a midsummer night, there were only sporadic clinking sounds of cups and plates.
Several empty barrels lay on the ground, but the tavern was still bustling with a party, showing no signs of ending.
"Drink! Keep drinking! We're not leaving until we're completely drunk!"
Kavi, who was already slightly drunk, squinted his eyes and poured the wine from the bottle into his mouth while slapping Elhesen's shoulder forcefully without any regard for his image.
The wine swayed with the architect's movements and, unsurprisingly, spilled onto Elhesen's cloak.
Elhesen took a deep breath, resisting the urge to pull out Ye Cuiguang, and forcefully slapped Kavi's hand away.
"Based on this alone, the 'Wonderful Theory' faction shouldn't expect to get funding smoothly for the next few months," said Elhesen.
However, the architect, who had already downed a whole barrel of dandelion wine, was clearly losing his senses.
So the next moment, Mu Feng, who happened to be standing to the side, was fortunate enough to witness a wonderful scene of "Kavi complaining about Elhesen to the acting sage".
Its content includes, but is not limited to, statements such as, "Aylheimer could probably poison himself by spitting out his own lips" and "It would be better to let Aylheimer lead the Council of Religion," and so on.
Mu Feng felt ashamed. It is said that in the food chain of the Academy, mentors can scold students, sages can scold mentors, great sages can scold sages, and Elhesen can scold whoever he wants.
Looking at it today, that architect is just as impressive.
However, its effect is quite remarkable. Just by looking at the increasingly expressionless face of the acting sage, one can tell that the person will probably be in trouble after sobering up tomorrow.
Mu Feng silently mourned for the Miao Lun School's funding for three seconds. He could only say that those who joined the research group had won the lottery in their lifetime.
Tina, standing to the side, sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation. He could already imagine that as long as Elhesen remained in the position of the Sage, the architect's life would probably not be easy.
"Interesting. You dare to get distracted while playing against me? Watch closely, it's my turn now!"
Sitting opposite Tina, Seno's eyes suddenly sharpened. "So, you're quite courageous, aren't you?"
With a few cards in hand, the life points of the Sumeru Idol Trainee in front of Tina were instantly reduced to zero.
Tina glanced at the fallen Green Feather Terror on the table, then at the smug Grand Disciplinarian opposite him, and looked down at the cards and dice in his hand before falling silent.
He suddenly realized that his decision to leave the Order of the Church and remain in Daocheng Forest was an absolutely brilliant one.
It would be unimaginable to live a life constantly surrounded by Seno's lame jokes or the Seven Sages' summons.
On the other side, watching the drunken Kavi being knocked unconscious and dragged away by Elhesen with a cold chop to the neck, Mu Feng's lips twitched involuntarily, and he felt a slight pain in the back of his neck.
If someone said there wasn't some personal grudge involved, Mu would never believe it, not even a punctuation mark.
At the table, Dina Zede, who couldn't hold her liquor, slumped against the counter of the liquor cabinet, her head resting on her arm, and fell into a deep sleep.
However, the girl didn't seem to be sleeping soundly, and from time to time, she could be heard mumbling a few words in her sleep from her arms.
Well, the art style is normal. Of course, it would be even better if the sleep-talking didn't involve anything like a basement.
As for the mercenary girl who was supposed to be in charge of the young lady's security... she was already snoreing in a corner, holding half a bottle of dandelion wine and leaning against a wooden barrel.
Mu Feng silently pulled the bottle from the little lion's hand. He shouldn't have expected this girl to be reliable when it came to alcohol.
The young lady and the mercenary girl only need to sleep well, but Mu Feng has many more things to consider.
Just then, a faint fragrance of Patisha wafted from behind, followed by a slight push on the back, and the girl's soft forearm gently wrapped around her—it was Nil.
"Hehe...Brother Mufeng...I like it, I want a hug..."
Nilu's light blue eyes were a little dazed. She pouted and leaned against Mu Feng, whining and acting coquettishly.
The usually gentle young girl rarely showed such a loss of composure. However, judging from the intelligent look in the little dancer's eyes, it was clear that this little darling's alcohol tolerance wasn't much better.
"Hey, didn't I just tell you to drink less alcohol?"
Mu Feng stretched out his index finger and affectionately poked Nilu's chubby cheeks, but there was not much reproach in his tone.
What do you think of Miss Nilu, who clearly has a low alcohol tolerance and was sitting at the same table as a child, yet insisted on drinking two glasses of cider?
However, to someone's surprise, the drunken dancer was not easily teased. Her head was spinning and she was only acting on instinct, just like a cat with its fur standing on end, ready to explode at the slightest provocation.
The little pufferfish deflated, put on a pitiful expression, pouted, and looked like it was about to cry.
Mu Feng was instantly defeated and had no choice but to gently put his arm around the girl's shoulder and coax her softly, as she requested.
After all, she's our own little dancer. Besides pampering her and going along with her wishes, what other good ideas are there?
So, the girl, her wish fulfilled, instantly changed her expression, closed her eyes, and obediently fell asleep in Mu Feng's arms.
Mu Feng reached out and brushed a couple of stray strands of hair away from Nilu's mouth, then leaned down and gently kissed her forehead.
The next thing to think about is how to deliver it...
However, before Mu Feng could even breathe a sigh of relief after coaxing the little dancer, he suddenly felt a slight weight on his shoulder.
Looking back, he saw that the sweet girl behind him had rested her chin on his shoulder, her beautiful light green heterochromatic eyes half-closed, muttering something in a low voice.
If you listen closely, you can still vaguely make out a few classic arrogant quotes, such as disrespecting seniors and how overly greedy juniors will not win the favor of their seniors.
The girl's long, light blue hair was half loose, but the drunken senior was clearly not paying attention to that. He was only focused on gently poking Mu Feng's shoulder, his expression resentful.
The centenarian Shan Xianbei, who gets drunk after just three cups, is about to reveal her true identity.
Surrounded by girls, the person suddenly had a terrible premonition that disaster was about to strike, if he wasn't mistaken...
The next moment, Narcida and Dolly, emboldened by the alcohol, flanked him from both sides, each holding one of Mu Feng's arms, and simultaneously puffed out their cheeks, casting dangerous glances at him.
My sage/creditor, which one do you choose?
Mu Feng: I dare not move, I really dare not move.
He cast a pleading look toward the Great Tree King, but the white-haired girl just smiled, smiled, and smiled some more, before silently looking away.
Oh dear, she didn't see anything, she didn't know anything. Well, it seems it's time to go back to Jingshan Palace.
Tinali paused for a moment, cautiously took a few steps back, and then slowly pulled Seno out of the tavern.
It's decided that after returning to Daochenglin, they must completely eliminate any possibility of Ke Lai and Mu Feng meeting.
He didn't want a Nata Will-o'-the-Wisp to one day land under his treehouse in Daocheng Forest; he feared he might be tempted to grab the Hunter's Path and give that guy a taste of his own medicine.
The tavern door was slammed shut without hesitation, and upon seeing this, an incredulous Mu Feng immediately revealed an expression of grief and indignation.
Do you know how much that half-step back hurt him? These guys, Mei is the only poet among them!
"Amu/You idiot creditor! Which one will you choose?!"
Mu Feng: ...Some people look alive, but they've been dead for a while.
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