Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 92 [Zhang Yan is drunk, Chang'e sacrifices herself]

In the end, Chang'e chose to act according to the plan. At this point, she could no longer stop.

During the dance just now, the situation was unbearable and she couldn't help but use her magic power. Maybe it was because Zhang Yan was drunk and he didn't notice it.

But when Zhang Yan wakes up, no matter how much Chang'e tries to cover it up, it will be difficult to end the panic.

But she had no idea that Zhang Yan had already known her identity. She was the only one who had been kept in the dark and thought that everything she did was perfect.

"Holy Master, you are drunk, I will help you back to the house."

Zhang Yan said a little dizzy: "Am I drunk?"

But Zhang Yan soon added, "Oh, I'm really a little drunk."

Chang'e happened to support Zhang Yan, who seemed to be staggering a little.

"Holy Master, I will help you back to your room."

Chang'e came close to Zhang Yan and breathed fragrant orchid, which was full of tenderness.

Zhang Yan is not drunk at all. Although the osmanthus wine is powerful, Zhang Yan is not an ordinary quasi-sage after all. His physical strength has reached the level of Daluo Jinxian, and his blood and qi are extremely rich. As long as he wants to, he can evaporate the wine at any time. .

However, Zhang Yan really wanted to see what Chang'e meant by doing such a thing, so he was not in a hurry to increase the power of the wine, so he walked towards the main hall with his support.

"Holy Master, where is your room?"

Chang'e sounded a little embarrassed, thinking that the Zizhou Mansion's palaces were majestic and huge, and there were even more other palaces. If she searched for them one by one, she didn't know how long it would take.

"it's here."

Zhang Yan, who looked drunk, waved his sleeve, and Chang'e felt that the things in front of her were moving backwards quickly, and she appeared in a room in the blink of an eye.

Compared with the entire hall, this room is not big, even a little pitifully small, and there is not much decoration in the room. There is only a table and stool, and a cloud bed, and there is nothing else. things,

Chang'e was a little surprised. With Zhang Yandao's status, even if the palace he lived in was magnificent, it couldn't be as simple as a farmhouse.

Zhang Yan pushed Chang'e away and stumbled towards the cloud bed.

The power of alcohol settled in his body, making his body more and more sluggish. However, the power of Qi and blood buried in Zhang Yan's heart was faintly fluctuating, and he was ready to attack. If Chang'e wanted to go against him at this moment, she would definitely not be able to take any advantage. Cheap.

What he never expected was that after Zhang Yan lay on the bed, Chang'e didn't make any move towards him. She seemed to be silent and slowly approached Zhang Yan after a while.

As Chang'e slowly approached, Zhang Yan could feel the temperature inside this small house rising rapidly.

Maybe it was because Zhang Yan had never been in such close contact with a woman before, and he felt a little embarrassed.

The cold hands groped Zhang Yan's body, seeming to want to untie Zhang Yan's clothes.

It's just that Zhang Yan's Taoist robe is no ordinary clothes. It is also a middle-grade innate spiritual treasure. How could Chang'e untie it so easily.

Just when Chang'e was at a loss, Zhang Yan opened his eyes, his eyes full of sobriety and not the slightest bit drunk.

"what are you doing?"

Chang'e's heart beat rapidly when she was stared at by these eyes, and her heartbeat was slow and shy: "Holy Master, I..."

Chang'e was so embarrassed that she was completely confused and looked like she was about to cry at a loss. Although Zhang Yan didn't know what Chang'e wanted to do, he had no reason to refuse the beautiful woman who came to his door.

Moreover, Zhang Yan has long known that Chang'e's body is a body of Xuanyin. This kind of body is rare even in the ancient world. If he can fuse with it, his own magic power will be purer and there will be many benefits.

"I'll do it myself."

Zhang Yan didn't care about Chang'e's shyness, and took the initiative to remove Baoyi's control. At the same time, he put away Baoyi, and his powerful body was completely exposed to the air.

Perhaps because he was a little drunk, a layer of burgundy appeared on his skin.

"ah!"

The next morning.

As the first ray of sunlight penetrated the window and shone into the room filled with hazy fog, Zhang Yan woke up from his deep sleep.

After all the storms and storms last night, Zhang Yan was fine. After all, the power of his body was here at this moment. If Chang'e hadn't begged him, he might have been able to maintain the morning.

Holding the cold body in his arms, Zhang Yan began to examine his body.

The biggest surprise last night was that the power of Xuanyin contained in Chang'e's Xuanyin body was completely beyond his expectation.

The power of Xuanyin, as majestic as a river, merged with the powerful magic power in Zhang Yan's body. The clouds and rains that shook him overnight were more profound than the magic power he had condensed through thousands of years of seclusion.

But this puzzled Zhang Yan even more. He already knew who Chang'e was. Although the two of them had never met, they definitely had a grudge against each other.

Chang'e probably had something wrong with her brain, so she came to Zhang Yan to sacrifice herself. Not only did she sacrifice herself, but she also gave her thousands of years of pure magic power.

"Hey!"

With a soft moan, the delicate body in his arms slowly turned.

"woke up?"

Zhang Yan directly pointed out that Chang'e was still pretending to be asleep, and said softly: "Get up when you wake up."

It was okay that Zhang Yan didn't speak. After saying this, Chang'e became even more embarrassed and got directly under the quilt.

Zhang Yan smiled slightly and patted the snow-white body in the quilt, "Why didn't I see you shy yesterday? You were more proactive than me."

As soon as Zhang Yan finished speaking, Chang'e, who had hidden herself under the quilt, suddenly froze.

"You know exactly what happened yesterday? Are you not drunk?"

Chang'e's voice evolved from strange to surprising at the end, and her mood swings were extremely active. Zhang Yan didn't reply, Chang'e didn't ask, and the whole room fell into an inexplicable silence.

"You all know?"

Chang'e's tone was a little low. When things got to this point, no matter how stupid she was, she wouldn't be able to notice Zhang Yan's weirdness.

"I know everything."

(End of this chapter)