C15 Drunken Dream Wine Master also Wants Dog Skin Plaster

The moon is perfect. The sound of partridges chirping could be heard, and the night sky was filled with loneliness. Chu Yizhen was drunk and lying on the bed, muttering something to himself. He had no idea when the shackles on his hands had been removed.

Shaan Qingyun wiped the hidden weapons that he had brought with him one by one. On the display case, Shaan Qingyun did not look like a righteous constable at the moment, but more like a ruthless assassin who was ready to kill the target at any time. The cold light reflected a piercing light that made people's eyes hurt.

Everyone knew that Godly Constable, White Yama, who was personally conferred by the emperor, had three ultimate skills. He was the best in capturing criminals. His Light-body Technique was the best in the world. His secret weapons and machinery were the best in the world.

It was rumored that there were people who wanted to rope him in, from the black and white in the martial world to the noble officials in the Imperial Court. They tried everything they could to win him over. However, Shaan Qingyun did not move at all. No matter how hard you talked, you still refused to accept him.

If you gave him a gift, it would be more polite. If he investigated you, he would find out that you were bankrupt. If your wife and children were separated, you would be imprisoned for at least ten or eight years. If it was more serious, he would find you a crime of bribing an important official of the royal court and send you to the border. He would find out about the eighteen generations of your ancestors. He wanted to wash them clean and talk about them in the next life. There were even people who had their entire family executed by him. The degree of terror could be imagined.

If you force them, threaten them, and force them to use such an unorthodox method, they will not be able to do anything about it, they will not be able to do anything about it, they will not be able to do anything about it, they will not be able to do anything about it, they will not be able to do anything about it, they will not be able to do anything about it. If you force, threaten, and force such an evil path, I am sorry. You can stay in the Changan prison.

Of course, the "credit" of Soong Jinjiang, the head of the Court of Judicial Review, was needed to cultivate such a high quality product.

Master Soong was a well-known antique in the court. He was old-fashioned, pedantic, and stubborn. He was full of himself and Confucianism. He was the father and son of the emperor and his subjects. He was a man of morals and integrity.

Shaan Qingyun took out a piece of white paper. Being influenced by him day by day, he naturally could not be more civilized. Even those who wanted to befriend him were so frightened by him that they did not dare to talk much with him. They could only silently envy him in their hearts, which caused Shaan Qingyun to not have a single friend until now. His companions who were working together with him in the Court of Judicial Review did not dare to approach him even a little bit.

Although Master Soong was old-fashioned, his strength was not to be underestimated. His wisdom was not something that ordinary people could match. Otherwise, he would not have taken the position of the head of the Court of Judicial Review today, nor would he nurture the number one Godly Constable in the world. Hence, Master Soong still had something to gain from him.

Shaan Qingyun put away all the hidden weapons. His eyes swept across the long wooden box that was placed aside. It was Chu Yizhen who was eating. However, this wooden box was too long and exceeded the size of an ordinary wooden box. It was unknown how many things were stored in it.

He looked at Chu Yizhen who was lying on the couch. His hand had just reached out to the wooden box when the wooden box suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes. When he looked again, the wooden box was already in Chu Yizhen's embrace and was tightly hugged by him.

Chu Yizhen seemed to be completely drunk, but there was a rare trace of clarity in his muddy eyes. He raised his eyebrows and smiled. He took out four medicinal paste of black and white cloth from the wooden box and lifted them into the air. He shook them gently.

"I have a lot of dog skin paste. Master can ask for a few if he wants."

Shaan Qingyun's eyes were tightly locked as if they were rooted. He stared intently at Chu Yizhen's wooden box. The more he was not allowed to see, the more suspicious he became. "I don't want dog skin paste. Give me your wooden box."

"How can a guy who eats get out so easily? I won't give it to you!" Chu Yizhen held the wooden box tightly and moved to the side. He protected the box tightly. He was afraid that Shaan Qingyun would snatch it away. He whispered, "Besides, my wife is still in there. How can I let you look through it casually?"