My love game is too abstract.

Chapter 221 The Drunken Silver Dragon

"I think you are drunk?" Yaluo said.

"drunk?"

Zeshia slammed the table so hard that the wine spilled out, and shouted:

"Are you kidding me? Can you get drunk just by drinking water?"

"But that's wine, and it's 53% alcohol."

Yaluo silently picked up the potato chips and wine glass to prevent them from being blown away by her strange strength.

"Huh? Who do you think I am? I am the Silver Moon Dragon King Zeshia! The youngest Dragon King in the history of the Dragon Clan! Forget 53 degrees. I can even drink degrees!"

Zeshia blushed and slammed the table.

"I still advise you to calm down."

"Stop talking nonsense! Boss! Give me three more cups of this sweet drink! I want big cups!"

"No, you're still drinking." Yaluo said with difficulty: "Drinking too much is not good for your health."

"Don't use your human standards to define the dragon race!" Zeshia snorted.

Yaluo glanced at the waiter who was coming over and waved his hand to indicate that he should do as she asked.

Zeshia then sat back in her chair.

Soon three large glasses of drinks were brought up.

Looking at Zeshia who was drunk by Kuku, Yaluo sighed helplessly.

"Speaking of which, regarding that reincarnation incident, have you ever considered that it was related to the festival?"

He asked, looking at Zeshia who was drinking.

Zeshia wiped his mouth and glanced at him: "Otherwise, why did the king say that there are so many things involved?"

"that's true."

The Dragon Clan's Day of Return is to commemorate the victory in the war against the Demon Clan, but something went wrong on this day of celebration.

It's hard not to associate it with the demons.

The demon clan.

Yaluo remembered that the demons in this world were all on the other side of the continent. The strength of the race itself was also very strong. An ordinary adult demon had the strength of a bronze-level wizard.

They used to be a very warlike people, and they were responsible for instigating 70 percent of the major wars on the continent.

The situation did not improve until the new Demon King took office more than a hundred years ago and the demon clan underwent internal transformation and reform.

However, because most demons have distinct characteristics and are difficult to transform, demons are prohibited from entering most areas.

It's not targeting them, but if creatures like vampires, undead, ghosts, demons, and succubi are placed in areas where humans gather, it will definitely be a very troublesome thing.

There was a case that happened once: 12 people in a male staff dormitory died of exhaustion overnight. The murderer was finally found to be a succubus foreign student. She had been suppressing her desire for a long time and secretly came out to have a feast. Unexpectedly, she failed to control her strength and caused the death of 12 strong men.

If this matter is really related to the demons, then Zesia, as the Dragon King, will definitely ask the demons for an explanation.

It certainly won't be that easy then.

"Oh, it's so complicated." He sighed.

"Don't think the Dragon King's job is too easy." Zeshia snorted and put the wine glass heavily on the table.

"As the Dragon King, I must prioritize the interests of the dragon race. I must take responsibility and be accountable. From the day I took the throne, I have been prepared for everything, even if it means sacrificing myself for the sake of my race."

Zeshia crossed her arms across her chest, looking very proud.

"Being a king is not about enjoying yourself, but about making contributions to the dragon clan."

Yaluo applauded: "As expected of Lord Zeshia, what a noble awareness."

"That is."

Zeshia was very pleased to hear this and took another big gulp of wine.

When she put down the wine glass, her face was already flushed.

"However, after I came to the human world, I found that you humans are actually quite good. At least better than I thought before."

"Oh? What did you think of humans in the past?" Yaluo asked curiously while biting potato chips.

"A bunch of little bugs."

"what about now?"

"A pretty nice bunch of little bugs who can make desserts."

"."

Yaluo took a sip of wine to smooth his throat.

"but."

Zeshia leaned on the table, looked at Yaluo and said, "Our family members don't count. They are just friends."

"In essence, the girls in my family are not human. Except for Selina." Yaluo thought.

"I never thought that I could fall in love with a group of humans." Zeshia tilted his head and said while looking at the fountain on the side.

Her cheeks were red from drinking, and her eyes were a little blurry. She looked at the fountain for a while, then said:

"And fell in love with a human."

"Then I am quite special in your heart?" Yaluo said.

"Hmph, because you're a smooth-talking, lecherous little bug," Zeshia snorted.

She suddenly lifted her long legs and placed them on Yaluo's knees under the table, with the tips of her pointed black high heels shaking slightly.

"Hey, Yaluo."

Zeshia held her rosy cheek with one hand, leaning lazily on the table, her body slightly leaning forward, a strand of silver hair falling on her lips, and her usually sharp golden eyes now seemed a little soft.

"Are you already dating Serena?"

"right."

Yaluo raised his glass and answered before he could react.
After answering, I realized something was wrong. I looked up and saw that Zeshia's mouth was turned down.

"This king knows,"

She picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and then muttered:
"Playing both sides."

"Where did you learn this word?" Yaluo said with a sullen face. "From a book," Zeshia said.

She held her cheek with one hand and drew circles on the table with the index finger of the other hand.

"So, do you like me more now, or do you like Serena more?"

"Have you read this kind of life-threatening question in a book?" Yaluo said with a twitch of his mouth.

"No, this is something I once saw a female student ask at school," Zeshia said.

"Oh, why did I have to learn these things?" Yaluo said helplessly.

Zeshia's foot stamped on his knee a few times under the table.

"Hey, answer me, who do you like more?"

"I like you more, okay?" Yaluo said.

"Hmph, if Selena asked, it must mean that he likes her more, right?" Zeshia said sullenly.

But the corners of her beautiful mouth still curled up into a happy arc.

"Do you kiss Selina more or me more?" she asked again.

"This is indeed about you." Yaluo said honestly.

"Oh? Are you saying that I'm lustful?" Zeshia pouted slightly and said dissatisfiedly.

"I didn't say that. It's just that I've been with you for a long time, so of course the number of times has been more." Yaluo said.

Zeshia curled her lips and took another big sip.

There were already four empty bottles of wine on the table, and the glass in her hand was half empty.

Zeshia also looked drunk. Not only her pretty face, but even the tips of her ears had turned red, and her golden vertical pupils had become blurred.

He sat there, his face resting on one hand, looking dazed.

“Being the Dragon King is so hard.”

she said suddenly.

"It's just a bunch of trivial things all day long. No matter what I do, I get criticized. If it weren't for my status, I really want to chop those dragons in my clan who talk nonsense into pieces!"

Zeshia yelled and slammed the table.

"Hey Zeshia, I don't think you can drink anymore." Yaluo said worriedly.

"I'm not drunk!"

Zeshia cried out, but her voice lost its usual dignity and became as delicate as a little girl's.

He even put down his arrogance as a king.

"Then drink this last glass." Yaluo said.

"Leave me alone, you, you are not my father." Zeshia shouted, and drank the rest of the glass of wine.

"Boss! Three more cups!"

Yaluo covered his forehead.

Looking at the waiter coming over, he whispered:
"Excuse me, a cup of hangover tea would be nice."

Zeshia on the opposite side was stacking up the empty wine glasses on the table one by one. She thought it was quite amusing and was grinning foolishly as she looked at the stacked wine glasses.

"Okay, stop playing, let's finish this drink and go home."

Yaluo handed her the cup of sobering tea.

Zeshia took it and gulped down a big gulp.

Then he realized something was wrong, blinked his confused eyes and looked at the wine glass.

"Why does this wine taste like water?" she said.

"Aren't you a dragon? Dragons drink alcohol just like they drink water." Yaluo said.

"Yes."

Zeshia chuckled, "That's what I was saying. How could alcohol possibly work on dragons? It tastes as bland as water!"

She drank the tea in one gulp with great pride.

She put down the cup, with water dripping from the corners of her mouth, and her brows slightly furrowed.

"My stomach feels uncomfortable."

"Of course it must be uncomfortable since you drank five glasses of wine." Yaluo said helplessly, took out a handkerchief, walked forward and wiped the corners of her mouth.

"What are you doing?" Zeshia pushed him away dissatisfiedly and pouted: "I'm not a child. I need you to wipe my mouth."

"Then do it yourself." Yaluo handed her the handkerchief.

Zeshia took it, looked at it for a moment, and then put the handkerchief in her mouth.

"you!"

Yaluo hurried forward and pulled the handkerchief out of her mouth.

"Come back!" Zeshia grabbed his clothes with grievance.

"Okay, okay, it's time to go home. It's almost twelve o'clock now."

"I don't want to go back!" Zeshia stood up shakily.

"I still have important things to do."

"What's important?"

"My dragon history class is about to begin. I, I have to go to class." Zeshia said in a daze.

"It's already twelve o'clock, you should go to school to teach ghosts." Ya Luo said helplessly, putting his arm around her shoulders and wanting to take her away.

"no!"

Zeshia screamed again, pushing him away with all her strength: "I still have to go, go, to sail the boat. If it weren't for me, the Purple Pearl would have capsized."

"Which timeline have you drifted to?" Yaluo covered his forehead.

"Okay, okay, I'll take you to sail, okay? Come with me?"

After saying this, Zeshia put her arm around his, leaned over, and was dragged away by him.

(End of this chapter)