Dragon King Palace: Urban Affluent Son-in-Law-Chapter 1132: You’re Going to Be the Death of Me!

Jiang Feng stood outside the tent, the fierce blizzard bringing him back to his senses.

Reflecting on the scene just now, he felt speechless about his actions. With the battle so near, he had nearly lost himself in the comfort of the moment.

Meanwhile, Wu Feng and the others around the bonfire had all returned to their tents to rest.

Only Fang Wei sat alone by the fire, unmoving, as though he were a statue amidst the cold winds.

Jiang Feng walked straight towards him.

"Sir, why haven’t you rested yet?"

Fang Wei looked up at Jiang Feng in surprise and asked.

"If we find that dragon, there might be a way to restore your hand."

Jiang Feng replied with something seemingly unrelated, glancing at Fang Wei’s fingerless right hand, and spoke calmly.

Fang Wei was taken aback, his eyes wide open, filled with ice particles: "Really?"

As someone with a disability, no one wished more than he did to be whole again. It was a dream he dared not even imagine, that his lost fingers could be returned.

"Most likely, as long as that dragon isn’t so low-level that even the basic effects of Dragon Blood are lost." Jiang Feng continued calmly.

Fang Wei was even more excited now; if his right hand truly recovered, it would mean a frightening increase in his combat power, possibly even a return to his Peak state.

Moreover, under Jiang Feng’s guidance and rich in battle experience, he might break through and reach a new Realm, far surpassing anything he could have foreseen before retirement!

"Sir!"

Fang Wei was incredibly emotional, feeling as if Jiang Feng had completely awakened his youthful competitive spirit. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Murong Qian, eyes red, fully dressed and rushing out from the tent, angrily making her way to Jiang Feng’s side.

"Uh..."

Fang Wei swallowed his words, wisely stood up: "You two talk, I’ll go ahead and survey the terrain."

With that, he disappeared in a flash.

Jiang Feng was somewhat embarrassed, unsure how to face Murong Qian alone at this moment. He decided to grab an unopened bottle of strong liquor from the ground, opened it, and took a sip: "Sister Qian, I—"

"Is this how you treat someone? You deliberately play games with me, what do you take me for?"

Murong Qian, eyes blurred with tears, glared at Jiang Feng angrily!

"Sister Qian, just now I—"

Jiang Feng hesitated, for the first time, finding himself at a loss for words.

After all, he had done something wrong. Even though he was caught up in the moment, he indeed showed some disrespect to Murong Qian.

Watching Jiang Feng’s hesitation and his lack of understanding of her feelings, Murong Qian became even more infuriated!

She directly grabbed the strong liquor from Jiang Feng’s hands and, without further ado, poured it into her mouth, lifting her pale neck and gulping it down!

Damn!

Jiang Feng was taken aback by the scene!

This was 52-proof heavy liquor, something Wu Feng and the others prepared specifically for warming themselves in the Ice and Snow.

But even a man wouldn’t drink it like this; it could seriously harm you!

Jiang Feng immediately snatched it back, taking it into his hands, only to discover the bottle was already empty. He looked at Murong Qian with a bit of helplessness.

Murong Qian glaring back at him, eyes filled with indignation!

"Sister Qian, what are you doing? We can talk this out—"

"You little rascal, one day you’re going to drive me to death; I really will be driven to death by you!!!"

Murong Qian’s eyes brimmed with tears, suddenly feeling a discomfort in her chest. It was as if the alcohol she had just consumed was exploding in her stomach, making her nauseous to the point of vomiting, yet fiercely burning at the same time, causing her dizziness and extreme discomfort.

Jiang Feng immediately reached out to hold her: "Are you trying to harm yourself with this? Is this how you drink?"

Murong Qian, weeping even harder in Jiang Feng’s arms, still mustered the strength to hit Jiang Feng a few times with her small fists, expressing her dissatisfaction.

"Sister Qian, let me take you inside to rest, listen to me, just pretend I was wrong just now—"

Jiang Feng, rarely one to compromise, picked up Murong Qian by the waist, intending to carry her back into the tent.

But Murong Qian wouldn’t relent and, struggling, lunged and bit Jiang Feng’s arm a few times.

"You little rascal, you just like to torment me. Whoever treats you well, you torment them. Have you... have you ever considered my feelings? I’ve given you my heart, what more do you want?"

Murong Qian scolded Jiang Feng with her tenuous grip on consciousness, speaking with a slight slur, her head spinning wildly.