Chapter 789: Chapter 237: Gugela’s Love for Shi Feiyang—A Life-and-Death Trial Amid the Masked Man’s Night Assault (Part 6)

Shi Feiyang, Xie Wen, Shi Xiong, and Shan Zhi stayed at the "Mingjin" Inn within the castle. Although this inn could not match the luxury of those high-end inns in the Central Plains, it exuded a sense of wealth, yet it was exceedingly clean and tidy, giving a feeling of simplicity and warmth.

Inside the guest room, the candlelight flickered, the dim glow casting the shadows of the four, indistinctly adding a layer of mystery to this tranquil night. The castle at night seemed like a slumbering giant beast, silent and still.

However, a sudden series of light yet hurried footsteps abruptly shattered the inn’s tranquility. Gugela, dressed in a moonlit long robe, moved gracefully, the robe material light and flowing, like shimmering moonlight. A belt encrusted with dazzling gemstones encircled her waist, gleaming under the faint light, enhancing her graceful figure as if descended from the heavens.

She led a group of maids, each with enchanting looks and dignified expressions.

Every maid carried with them the unique wines of the grasslands and the aromatic, mouth-watering lamb, stepping gracefully into the inn.

Gugela’s eyes shone with brilliance, akin to the brightest star in the night sky; upon seeing Shi Feiyang, her gaze was drawn to him like a magnet, unable to move an inch away.

She moved lightly to Shi Feiyang’s side, a sweet smile akin to the warm sun of spring spread across her face, and she said, "Hero Shi, today’s battle has left me in absolute admiration of your unparalleled grace. Gugela comes to pay her respects and hopes you do not find us rude."

Having said that, she personally filled a glass for Shi Feiyang, the gesture gentle and elegant, as if performing a solemn ceremony.

Gugela seemed to be making idle chatter, but her heart overflowed with an admiration for Shi Feiyang as boundless as a raging river.

She conversed continuously with Shi Feiyang, about the customs of the grasslands, the galloping horses across the vast plains, the melodious songs of the shepherd girls, and the bustling scenes of the Central Plains, the lively streets filled with carriages flowing like water, the grandeur of the buildings; her words full of curiosity and longing.

During the drinking session, Gugela demonstrated astonishing drinking capacity, cup after cup, her complexion remained rosy, like a ripe apple, her eyes bright like twinkling stars.

In contrast, Shan Zhi and Shi Xiong were quickly drunk due to Gugela’s immense capacity.

Shan Zhi’s cheeks were flushed, like burning flames, his eyes dazed, his speech began to slur, his tongue tied; Shi Xiong fell asleep at the table, snoring like thunder.

Xie Wen, knowing his responsibilities, remained sober, not touching a drop of alcohol. His gaze vigilant, scanning the surroundings with eyes sharp as a hawk’s, constantly on alert for Shi Feiyang, not missing any subtle movement.

Shi Feiyang’s drinking capacity was far less than Gugela’s, and after a few drinks, his face blushed, like the evening clouds tinged by the sunset.

Yet he risked his life to accompany the gentleman, patiently engaging in conversation and sharing drinks with Gugela.

During their conversation, he secretly practiced the Bright Jade Technique, the gentle Inner Strength flowing within him, gradually pushing the alcohol’s effect towards his fingertips.

He lowered his fingers, and the crystal-clear drops of alcohol sweat slowly slid down, like beads with a broken thread, silently falling off the edge of the wooden table, quietly narrating his steadiness and wit.

Gugela occasionally noticed this subtle action of Shi Feiyang, but she did not mention it, her eyes filled with even more laughter.

She liked this calm yet witty demeanor of Shi Feiyang, her affection for him growing more intense, like the wildly proliferating wild grass in spring, spreading uncontrollably.

The night was like ink, thick and impenetrable, the entire inn enveloped in dead silence.

At that moment, a faint noise arose outside the inn, the sound akin to a night owl’s low call in the darkness, carrying an eerie chill, instantly breaking the oppressive silence.