Aunt Chun does not sell the 'Muffled Pour', but she will give away a cup to any new person who is interested. Duan De is one of the winners. When he hands back the wine cup, Duan De also finds a place to sit. Standing all the time is not a problem.

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Everyone stared at Duan De with great curiosity, just to see his reaction. Sure enough, within ten breaths of Duan De sitting down, his whole body became stiff, his eyes were filled with purple lightning, and his expression could not be seen, but his body was no longer tasteful.

of laser light.

Only in the eyes and under the feet, the electric light spread instantly, spreading to the surrounding two feet, radiating, forming a halo. However, this was not what everyone wanted to see. They all turned their heads and stared at Aunt Chun who was leaning against the wall inquiringly.

Aunt Chun still looked like she was drunk but not drunk. She turned a blind eye to everyone's inquiries. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on Duan De and never moved away. It was obvious that she was quite confident in her own things.

Not keeping everyone waiting, Duan De suddenly stood up and floated forward, his body stiff, his eyes still shining brightly, neither growing nor growing, and he suddenly crossed his arms. His left hand, as if caught in the water waves, rose and fell with the waves, but the ups and downs did not dissipate.

The wave starts from the fingertips, and the hand goes up and down with the wave, palms, wrists, arms, shoulders, left chest and abdomen, hips, knees, ankles, toes until the peak of the right fingertips has passed. The movements are graceful and the rhythm is strong. The whole person coincides with each other step by step.

The body rises with the wave crest, and sinks when the wave crest passes.

The demon cultivators only found this weird posture attractive, but they didn't understand what this guy was doing.

Break dance!

Immediately, stiff mechanical steps, U-turns, moonwalks, pulling ropes, cleaning the glass, etc...

This is a common drunken dance that Duan De often performs in dance halls after getting drunk there. But now Duan De can still understand the Tao. His body dances with the familiar and exciting music in his head. Is he a cultivator or a physical cultivator?

, body coordination, and movements that were unimaginable there, are now flowing smoothly on him.

All the demon cultivators were dumbfounded. Could there be some deep meaning in this beautiful movement? The female cultivator’s eyes were full of little stars. If paired with music, Duan De would now be worthy of the title of King of Dance. Unfortunately, only he could remember the rest.

None of them are audible, which I have to say is a pity.

If Duan De were sober, he would definitely sneer and shout at him for playing the harp to an ox! He was drinking like crazy here, dancing alone and getting so drunk that the two siblings who came out became just spectators.

"Sister, I haven't seen Brother Duan use this move in a fight? It looks quite comfortable." Moyero's comments were exactly what the onlookers felt.

"Idiot! I'm so embarrassed. I drank Aunt Chun's 'muffled drink'. I'll go out first, knock this guy out and bring him here!" Mo Yingying also thought it looked good in her heart, but she said something else.

One thing.

Poor Duan De was dancing vigorously, but there was a power outage?

Moyero jumped over and hesitated, then slapped him down with his palm. Duan De's enchanting movements suddenly stopped, his eyes and the aura under his feet flashed and disappeared. The next moment, Moyero dragged him backwards out of the tavern.

The demon cultivators felt disappointed and still had their thoughts. After a long time, they all praised: "Aunt Chun, this glass of wine is worth it! Although I don't know what the hell this guy is doing, it is worth watching!"

"Is this how you treat your brother?"

Mo Yingying stood on the side of the road and stared at her brother, who was dragging Duan De's leg on the ground, raising dust all over the sky as he moved quickly, and Moyero frowned slightly.

"Sister, this thing smells really bad, why don't you use magic to drag it away?"

Mo Yingying raised her eyebrows as if looking in the mirror: "Hmm? Don't you have a magic weapon?"

"How can Chi You be used for flying? No way!"

This was the first time Moyero fought back against his sister, and he was inevitably worried, but he still insisted on doing so. Duan De's physique didn't care about this small, painless friction. Who told him to be drunk?

Mo Yingying was a little surprised, and after thinking for a while, she said: "Then you'd better hold off, you won't die anyway."

So along the way, the two siblings dragged Duan De, who was drunk as a 'dead corpse', through the city in a swaggering manner, attracting passers-by's attention. The two siblings showed no reaction at all. As expected, they are siblings!

Duan De stumbled, tossed and turned, and when he woke up, he was on his face, his nostrils were already full. If it weren't for his rough skin and thick flesh, who knows what else would be left?

“Moyero!!!”

"You actually dragged me all the way here! I~~~"

Duan De stood up and broke free of the 'jade hands' that were holding his feet. He shook off the accumulated dust all over his body and snorted two huge things in his nostrils. He immediately knew how he got here and looked back at the road that stretched all the way to his feet.

Traces, that temper is rising!

"I'm telling you Moyero, I can't bear my bad temper! You two siblings, Mr. Duan, won't serve you anymore!"

Duan De turned around and walked away very decisively, and the woman who stretched out her hand to take a photo was even more decisive. Duan De had already expected that the dead woman would reach out and actually dodged away from the flash of lightning.

However, after all, the arms were no match for the thighs, and they bumped into the iceberg without enough time. Oh, it should have been the jade hands wearing ice gloves, but at this moment, no matter how I looked at them, I didn't feel beautiful. No matter how I looked at them, I was looking for abuse.

Mo Yingying's cold appearance concealed the depths of her beautiful eyes, which were filled with a fire of "desire" that was slowly growing playfully. The right hand that was stretched out became a grasping hand, and Duan De was grabbed by the ankle again, and then.

‘Bang’

When it hit the ground, Duan De's heart was really on fire. Electricity was raging all over his body. The butcher's knife surged ten feet, and bloody lightning swirled. When he was hit again, he bent down and cut through the void under his feet.

The restraints disappeared, and the lightning suddenly appeared hundreds of feet away, fierce in the void, and said angrily: "My patience has its limit, I don't owe you anything, is it great for a stinky woman to have a high level of cultivation? Can you try to touch me again?"

Seeing the cold light flashing in the woman's hands, Duan De's eyes suddenly turned cold and his lips moved. After Jiang Li's lesson, can Duan De really not leave any behind?

'Chi You' was a hard-fought practice, and nothing was left behind, and this idea was not allowed, otherwise it would not be effective, but those gloves were different. In the past, I knew she was just making a harmless joke, but now it is too much.

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When Moyero saw that things were starting to turn bad, he quickly stepped forward and said, "Well, Brother Duan, it's me who has mysophobia. It's my fault. Don't be angry. If you want to hit me, just hit me."

Just as Mo Yingying was about to make a move, the cold light of her glove radiated, and she spat out a mouthful of blood that turned into ice slag. The cold air spread out of the glove as if it were decomposing, sealing the two siblings in ice.

Duan De's eyes flashed fiercely, and his butcher's knife was ready to move. One warning was enough, but if you do it again, he doesn't care who you are or what your background is!
Chapter completed!