All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 417 - 256 What did you just call the master? Yanbao’er?_1

Chapter 417: Chapter 256 What did you just call the master? Yanbao’er?_1
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Thank you for the 1,500 reward from Magical Dune.
...
Su Bei hurriedly walked out of Multi-Bao Pavilion.
The corridor was as tranquil as water; it was already deep into the night. A sliver of moonlight filtered through a window, casting its soft glow over the area.
A dragon inexplicably told me I have to marry her?
He couldn’t help but smile wryly.
Why am I encountering more and more strange incidents?
The room was silent, and Nan Ji was nowhere to be seen. Thinking of what she had said to him during the day, Su Bei slightly raised his eyebrows and murmured to himself, "Could she be angry?"
Or did she go to find the Saintess? I hope nothing happened...
He closed the door and stealthily made his way towards the Saintess’s courtyard, only to witness the scene before him.
Ji Nanjue, regardless of her posture or comportment, was as delicate and translucent as morning dew, her beauty radiant and bright. Her captivating eyes were clear, a stark contrast of black and white.
However—
"This is good, BURP—"
If one were to ignore the wine glass in Key Smoke’s hand and her staggering steps, the scene would have been as serene and picturesque as a painting, dignified and graceful.
The two, nearly drunk to the point of stupor, supported each other, muttering incomprehensibly at the moon.
Key Smoke’s black hair billowed in the night air, dancing with the wind in an exceptionally captivating way. The night breeze carried a hint of intoxication, making it unclear whether it was the people who were drunk, or the night itself that was intoxicating.
She did not notice him, but Ji Nanjue by her side did, her eyes shifting in his direction.
"Nan Jue, why aren’t you speaking?"
"..."
Su Bei took a step forward, caught Key Smoke as she swayed, and held her gently in his embrace.
Yet, a trace of confusion furrowed his brow.
Why had she called him Nan Jue? Did she mean to call for Nan Ji, but misspoke because she was drunk?
He then felt a soft warmth against his chest, and that slight confusion was instantly banished.
The ambiguous scent of alcohol mixed with her fragrance lingered in his nostrils, along with her faint breaths. Her legs were crossed, her calf brushing against his, a faint, silken sensation.
As he encircled her with his arms, he felt her body was as light as a feather; he could hardly sense her weight.
He looked down at her serene, beautiful face. Her eyes were half-closed, long lashes casting shadows on her eyelids. Her delicate breaths fanned his skin. In his embrace, she seemed like a helpless rabbit caught in a hunter’s snare.
"Why did you drink so much?"
Ji Nanjue watched Su Bei’s tender actions with a complex gaze. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to look away.
Master is about to undergo the Tribulation-Crossing Stage, Master is about to undergo the Tribulation-Crossing Stage...
The night deepened. The jade altar was still nearly half full of wine.
Key Smoke slowly opened her eyes. Her vision seemed to blur as she stared at the familiar figure and murmured, "Su... Su Bei?"
Su Bei scooped her up, one arm under her legs, and held her in a princess carry, patting her back gently.
Key Smoke wriggled a few times in Su Bei’s arms. Her brows knitted, and she seemed dizzy and impatient.
"NGH~"
"Why did you take so long to come..."
"Want a drink?"
Swinging her hand, she tried to pass the wine glass she clutched tightly towards Su Bei’s lips.
Su Bei smiled helplessly. He gently pried her fingers open, placed the wine glass on the ground, and then carried her into the room, his brow slightly furrowed with a hint of reproach.
"Why did you suddenly decide to drink?"
He glanced back at Nan Ji, who was still watching them, her expression unreadable.
"Ji Baoer, you too? Accompanying her in this foolishness!"
"And you’re both adults..."
"..."
Hearing Su Bei’s words, Ji Nanjue’s phoenix eyes flashed with an unreadable emotion; she was clearly annoyed by his gentle treatment of Key Smoke.
What does he mean, I accompanied her in her foolishness? I was the one cleaning up his mess, and now it’s my fault?
Her voice, clearly laced with annoyance and grievance, was cold as she said, "Are you blaming me?"
"Oh, it seems I’m intruding on you two."
"Should I leave then?"
A wry smile touched Su Bei’s lips. He quickly trotted to Ji Nanjue’s side, freed one hand, and took her small hand, coaxing, "Ji Baoer, what’s wrong now? Be good..."
Ji Nanjue tried to shake his hand off, but perhaps some inner instinct held her back. Ultimately, she didn’t pull away, allowing Su Bei to draw her inside as well.
I’m just supervising the two of them, in case anything happens!
"..."
Inside the room, a few lamps flickered. Bottles and jars lay haphazardly on the carpet.
He placed Key Smoke on the brocade bed. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were closed.
Then, he began to remove the white gauze dress from her body, his movements gentle and slow. Halfway through, he found she was clutching a corner of her skirt tightly, preventing him from taking it off.
"Smokey, be good. Let go now, let me take off your dress..."
Key Smoke bit her lower lip. That expression, enhanced by her drunkenness, was hazy and enticing.
"Su Bei, what are you doing!?"
Ji Nanjue stepped forward. Seeing this, she immediately pushed Su Bei away, shielded Key Smoke behind her, and glared fiercely at him.
"What did you just call Master? Smokey?"
"..."
Su Bei blinked, looking at Nan Ji, and finally realized his slip of the tongue.
He’d gotten so used to calling her that these past few days, the pet name had just slipped out unconsciously.