Zhao Fan nodded in agreement, you are strong and everything you say is right.

"Why not, let's have a drink." As the Oiran Pavilion Master said, a sealed wine jar appeared in his hand.

"ah?"

Zhao Fan nodded almost numbly.

The Oiran Pavilion Master poured out the tea in the pot and replaced it with wine in the jar. Zhao Fan said with quick eyes and hands: "It's my turn to pour wine for you."

"That's fine."

The Oiran Pavilion Master waved his hand casually.

Several breaths passed.

Zhao Fan tasted the wine in the cup and immediately felt a little carried away. The taste of this wine had an impact on the palate. Sometimes it was like overwhelming the river, sometimes it was like a waterfall, and sometimes it was as quiet as a spring...

"This is the Nianfan wine I brewed myself. You can't buy it anywhere else." The owner of the Oiran Pavilion introduced it.

Zhao Fan was really shocked. He was unparalleled in beauty, could brew wine of such quality, had unfathomable strength, and was sitting in the Oiran Pavilion. The most outrageous thing was that he was only twenty or thirty years old.

!

Excessive!

Really excessive.

Even if someone suddenly told Zhao Fan that the person in front of him was an illegitimate child of the rules and order of the underworld, he would definitely believe it!

The Oiran Pavilion Master drank a glass, poured another glass and was about to continue drinking. He seemed a little drunk and asked: "Zhao Fan, do you think I am a perfect and unparalleled man?"

"yes."

Zhao Fan admitted willingly.

"As a result, there are still undesirable women." The Oiran Pavilion Master laughed at himself, shook his head and sighed: "I wonder if you know a woman named Shiqi?"

"Seventeen?!"

After Zhao Fan heard these two words from the other party, he felt like a bolt of thunder and lightning had entered his body. He began to breathe rapidly and asked: "Do you know about Seventeen?"

"More than knowing."

The Oiran Pavilion Master's eyes fell into memories, and a heartfelt smile appeared on his face: "She is like a gust of wind, passing by in my life, but leaving fragrance everywhere. I confessed my love, but she regarded me as a confidant and lover.

It's irrelevant. When we parted, I tried to persuade her to stay, but she said that her final destination was with a man named Zhao Fan."

Zhao Fan listened quietly and did not interrupt.

The Oiran Pavilion Master drank the wine glass in his hand and said unconvinced as he poured it down: "So I asked her what the person named Zhao Fan was like and how he was better than me. Guess what her answer was?"

Zhao Fan shook his head slightly, expressing that he didn't know.

The Oiran Pavilion Master raised his other hand to touch his forehead, and there was an unconcealable frustration in his eyes, "Seventeen said, that Zhao Fan is not as good as me in any way, but she just feels good..."

"That's it. It really suits her character."

Zhao Fan didn't know whether to be happy or depressed. What he was happy about was that Shi Qi had really come to the underworld. What was depressing was that she had just started the Violent Hell difficulty for her journey to the underworld. She had established such a terrifying love rival right from the start.
Chapter completed!