"From the name, Immortal Slayer Slayer, it's meant to slay immortals, right? What does it have to do with me?"
Three seconds later, Yi Lin accepted the fact of being "restrained by the master," but couldn't help but complain.
"That's just it," Chen Bei obviously found Lin Yi's words reasonable, nodded, and said, "Even immortals can't withstand it, let alone humans."
Yi Lin: "..."
Chen Bei had drunk too much, but he didn't bring up his own story.
Obviously, Yi Lin wasn't blind, there was a story between Chen Bei and his Junior Sister, who was also the Supreme Sect Leader.
And likely a story not suitable for children.
But Lin Yi, wasn't he an adult?
So Yi Lin, aided by alcohol, hooked Chen Bei's shoulders and poked Chen Bei's old waist with the mouth of the bottle, trying to get some gossip.
But Chen Bei wasn't completely drunk and kept his mouth shut.
Yi Lin was a bit disappointed.
The less Chen Bei said, the more curious Yi Lin became.
Wait,
