Demoness’s Art of Vengeance

In his heart, “Gentleman's Wen” always looked at himself in a disgusting attitude, and he glanced at Ye Shuwen cruelly. After finding that the other party had not given himself half an eye, Jun Xiao's unfamiliar mind chanted, and a mischievous mindset surfaced.

Didn't you hate me so much that you always sent me away? I'd rather wander in front of you!

Jun Xiao's eyes turned, his lips hooked, patted the table, suddenly shouted: “Boss! ”

“Eh ~ ~ Coming ~ ~ ~ ~” Shortly after the boss returned to the counter, before counting today's income properly, he received another call from Jun Xiaowei. He rushed over.

Jun Xiaowei ordered five bottles of good old wine just in a breath. When he paid for it, he didn't blink a second. You know, a bottle of this good wine can still earn a month and a half in a inn like their own. So, in the boss's eyes, now Jun Xiaoyu is a big gold turtle, definitely not to be offended.

“Give me some of your biggest bowls. ”

“The biggest bowl?” The boss doesn't understand.

“Yeah, the biggest bowl, the one that drinks and drinks and drinks painfully.” Jun Xiaoyu exclaimed admirably, with a sly light shining in his eyes.

“Oh, I get it. Okay, okay, I'll get it.” The boss turned around and ran away, running and whispering in his heart. I didn't think the little girl looked Sven, but it turned out to be a wine bowl, so hard to drink.

Admire, admire, what a woman, thumbs up.

Shortly afterwards, the boss took several large bowls and ran back, placing them in front of Jun Xiaowei. "Sir, how about this? ”

“Mm-hmm. Not bad. Not bad.” Jun Xiao smiled and picked up one of the bowls, grinning and touching his chin. He looked like a little fox with a plan. “Okay, go ahead. Thanks, boss. ”

“Eh, don't thank me, sir.” The boss dragged his rolling figure away again and went back to his counter with two green bean eyes squinting a few spirit stones.

Jun Xiaowei arranged the bowls one by one on the table. In the blink of an eye, the entire table was filled with three quarters of Jun Xiaowei's bowls and bottles, while Ye Shuwen's bottles and glasses were squeezed into the poor little corner.

Ye Shuwen, who was silently muffled and drinking, stopped the motion and looked at “Qin Shanshan” opposite him with a slight silence.

Jun Xiaowei provoked Ye Shuwen with his eyebrows. He slapped open the bottle plug in his hand and poured the wine into the bowl with a huge grip.

She filled every big bowl on the table and instantly filled the inn with intense aromas.

The innkeeper standing behind the counter “grunted” and looked straight at the bowls of wine in front of Jun Xiaowei.

Though he made these wines, he didn't want to drink them, so he expected to sell them for a good price. I didn't expect this seemingly delicate guest to be so “luxurious”, bought five bottles of wine in one breath, not to mention put them out.

It smells so good...... he wants to drink it......

Although the wine in front of Ye Shuwen smells better and smells better, I can't resist the amount of wine that Jun Xiao strangers have. It was washed away by the taste of wine in Jun Xiaowen's bowl. Ye Shuwen's hand seems to have no taste.

Ye Xiuwen: “…”

Jun Xiaowei admired the silent appearance of the other party's face now - although Ye Xiuwen's clear and cold face did not change any expression, Jun Xiaoweiweiwei felt that he “understood” the information contained in those eyes.

“Humph” from his nostrils, Jun Xiaojiao picked up one of the haikou large bowls and took a hard deep breath in front of him. He squeezed his eyes and very enjoyed the emotion: “It smells so good...” After that, he lifted a haikou large bowl and bored one tenth of the way down. After that, he tried not to lick the corner of his lip.

She opened her eyes and obliquely glanced at Leaf Shuwen. The pride in her eyebrows was completely uncovered, as if she were saying: Look, I have good wine too, and I won't give it to you!

Well, how good can human liquor taste for a monk? She just faked it.

Jun Xiaoyuan is now like a child who has finally attracted the attention of adults through pranks, making people feel helpless, but not disgusted.

With these eyes, Ye Shuwen did not know why, but the feeling of boredom in his heart was quite shattered.

His eyes melted slightly against the cold centrifugal thoughts of "Qin Shanshan”, but it was not very clear from the cold face.

He raised the cup in his hand and sipped it slowly, masking the change in his eyes.

Jun Xiaoyuan felt tight. He did so many things without pissing each other off. The other still couldn't touch you with a pair of thunder. I drank my look and made Jun Xiaoyuan feel like he had done it for nothing. He showed it to a blind man. He couldn't piss each other off. Instead, he gave himself joy.

Okay, well, she doesn't have to get into this kind of thing. Isn't she just not giving it to her? She won't die without a sip. Besides, she also has wine in front of her.

The taste is a little bad, not strong enough, but the conversation is better than nothing.

He despised his just barely “childish” behavior. Jun Xiaowen stopped ignoring the opposite Ye Shuwen and sipped wine.

The wine of the human world is stronger and stronger. For the monk, it is almost as itchy as scratching, and he is not drunk. So, Jun Xiaoyu was in the admirable gaze of the innkeeper. He poured the liquor in the bowl one by one like white water. Soon, he saw the bottom of the bottle.

Unfortunately, although he used the Haikou Bowl, Jun Xiaojiao was not very happy with his drink. Just now she drank a small glass of wine in front of "Gentleman Wen", the rich aroma of which was like blowing up on the tip of her tongue, leaving her lips fragrant, and now, although there is a lot of wine in the inn, not a single pot is comparable to that little glass just now.

Jun Xiao was depressed, and she was upset. She could only “borrow alcohol". Unfortunately, this mortal drink did not give her any other feeling besides making her more boring.

Although Ye Shuwen always looked like an old god, he had actually put his gaze on the opposite "Qin Shanshan” several times by raising a glass of wine.

Looking at the other party's slightly childish behavior, Ye Shuwen suddenly felt that he was too sensitive and too bully? In any case, he is also a grown man, why should he refuse a petty request because he is in a bad mood?

It's just a small bottle of wine...

A little shame rose in his heart. Ye Shuwen took out a jade bottle from the storage ring. In the bottle was the unopened wine made by his master. He pushed it to the stranger of Jun Xiao. He said: "Drink it. There is no need to get bored again. ”

Jun Xiaowei, who was trying to get bored and drink, made an incredible move. He glanced up at Shuwen Ye and asked: "For me?! ”

Ye Xiuwen did not answer, but moved his hand and continued to raise his glass to taste wine.

Jun Xiaowen looked at “Gentleman Wen" across the street and thought, "Why didn't you just give it, now you give it again? Or is it a bottle of unopened wine? Is there any conspiracy?

Ye Shuwen calmly accepted the suspicious “baptism” of King Xiao's eyes.

Jun Xiaoyu struggled inside for a while, and finally, his liking for wine prevailed over reason. Plus, Jun Xiaowei thought about it. She felt that there was no need for her to calculate herself, so she simply crossed her mind and grabbed the jade bottle and opened the sealed cap two or three times.

As soon as the bottle lid was opened, a splendid nose poured out, haunting the tip of the nose of Jun Xiao's stranger. Jun Xiao shrugged her little nose, and the scent slipped straight into her heart as she breathed.

What a wonderful flavor!

Jun Xiao couldn't wait to bring the little glass he had just been drinking, and he carefully poured it out. Each move was light-handed.

Bullshit, good wine must be delicate, and the way you drink it just now is to chew peony.

Looking at the look of "Qin Shanshan”, Ye Shuwen shook his head helplessly, his eyes flashed with a few unseen smiles.

After pouring the wine into the cup, Jun Xiaojiao reached out his tongue and smudged it in the cup, his eyebrows bent over.

It's the kind of wine you just had!

No, more pure than that? Jun Xiao drank a small sip with surprise, and then the word "joy” appeared in every pore on and off his body.

Considering that this kind of wine was provided by the guy across the street, Jun Xiao was slightly dissatisfied with the accumulation of “Gentleman Wen” and disappeared.

Lifting his head and measuring Ye Shuwen slightly tangled for a moment, Jun Xiao raised the bottle of wine in his hand and said to Ye Shuwen, “Hey, that... thanks ha...”

Ye Shuwen Junmei's face revealed for the first time a smile similar to “gentle” to “Qin Shanshan”.

“You're welcome.” Ye Shuwen said softly that there was a lot of cold and alienation between the eyebrows.

Jun Xiao opened his eyes surprisingly, and that unknown familiarity arose again in his heart.

Unfortunately, before she figured out what that familiar feeling was, the boss's voice rang right next to them: “Well... this guest officer, do you need anything else from that table just now? If you don't need me, I'll pull you out first? ”

It's getting late, and Jun Xiaoyu just sat at the table still unpacked, with leftovers on it. The boss obviously thought that if Jun Xiao Yu no longer wanted those dishes, he ordered Shoji to clean up the table and wash it early.

“Forget it, thanks.” Jun Xiaowei waved carelessly.

After the boss's interruption, the familiarity that Jun Xiaojiao had just emerged disappeared. She swept “Gentleman Wen" and found that the other party, in a cool expression, actually had a pair of eyes that seemed to carry too many thoughts, so deep that they could not see the bottom.

Is everything all right... Jun Xiao ordered a table.

Just now, they gave her a rare bottle of wine, and this long-overdue fragrance really dissipated the irritability and anxiety of Junxiao's backlog.

With courtesy, Jun Xiaowei felt that he should also be a little more practical to thank each other.

With this in mind, Jun Xiaowen stumbled next to Ye Shuwen, winking at him, mysteriously said: “Brother Jun, would you like to go to a place best suited to drinking alcohol that can relieve your grief? ”

“Best for drinking, can you relieve grief?” Ye Shuwen chewed the words word after word, picking his eyebrows slightly at the dawn of King.

“Yeah, it's a nice place. Oh, thank you for the bottle. How about that?” Jun Xiao hooked his lips and laughed.

Looking at the smile on the lips of Jun Xiao's stranger, which made him feel strangely familiar, Ye Shuwen nodded in silence and said: "Okay. ”

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Where Jun Xiaowei brought Ye Shuwen was a mountain outside the town at a certain distance.

"Mountain”, more accurately, is a small hill. There is a small pavilion on the hill, I don't know who built it, the paint on the pavilion columns is a bit peeled off, it looks like it has been around for some time.

However, now that the sky is dim, these little speckles are not well seen. Overall, the design of the pavilion was still quite elegant. Ye Shuwen waved his sleeves gently, and the dust on the stone tables and chairs in the pavilion just swept away.

Turns out the wind technique can still be used like this, Jun Xiao Jiaozhu wondered.

The wind at the top of the mountain was cool and the heat of the day dissipated. Standing outside the pavilion, you can see the vast area beneath the mountain - far away, overlapping, heavy mountain shadows, nearby, jungle town, lights on. This ink painting in the background of the night suddenly stretched and spread out indefinitely, reflecting in Ye Shuwen's eye curtain, making his mind seem open.

“Well, isn't this nice?” Jun Xiao asked with a smile.

“Well, that's pretty good, thank you.” Ye Shuwen replied sincerely and thought of another thing, "Have you been here? ”

“Kind of.” Jun Xiao smiled. Unlike Ye Shuwen's initial caution and later pranks, now “Qin Shanshan” has a little more nostalgia and loneliness in his smile.

This is where Jun Xiao strangers used to come. At that time, she and Ye Shuwen inadvertently came here when they fled. Despite the physical and mental exhaustion caused by the daily flight, the breeze on the top of the mountain and this vast infinity of scenery revived their spirits and improved their mood.

For the rest of her life, she also wanted to bring Brother Ye here to take a look, however...

Forget it, I still don't want to. Jun Xiao Jiao shook his head and threw away that unwavering pain.

She doesn't have that much time to immerse herself in the sad autumn anymore. The most important thing is to save Rintian Peak's brothers and sisters.

“Is there any more wine?” Jun Xiaowei suddenly turned over and asked about the "gentleman's mantra” beside him.

Ye Shuwen was just stunned by the loneliness on the face of "Qin Shanshan”, and now asked so by King Xiaoyu, he returned to God.

“Wine?”

“Yes, such a beautiful time, of course you need wine to match ~” said Jun Xiao with a smile. The loneliness on his face swept away, "as I said, this is the best place to drink. ”

Ye Shuwen raised an eyebrow: “Better yet, find a better place to blackmail the good bars in my storage ring. ”

Jun Xiaoyu shouted "Tsk” twice, surprised that this cold facial paralysis actually had a joke.

However, Shiuwen Ye joked that the gap that they had previously had between looking at each other and dying of old was finally gone.

Jun Xiaowei laughed softly and shrugged his shoulders. “If that's what you have to think, fine. Brother Jun, would you like to contribute some good wine? ”

“Absolutely.” Ye Shuwen waved his sleeve and a large wine jar appeared on the stone table in the pavilion.

“This is my master's treasure of a hundred-year-old wine. I don't know, enough with this wine to make friends?” Ye Shuwen asked with a faint smile.

Jun Xiaowei's eyes shined and he nodded in haste: “Enough, enough! ”

Finish talking and jump over to the wine bowl!

So, this evening, some drinker was completely drunk.

On the other hand, Qin Lingyu, who hurried back to Zongmen because of an anomaly in his sister's natural lock, kicked open the door of a Qing-Hu building. In the middle of the night, he picked up an Xuyang Zongdi, who was headed by him, from the gentle village, and asked him, "Where's my sister?! ”

A disciple of the Asahiyang Sect, who had just been immersed in the realm of erosion-bone-pin-soul, was frightened by a chestnut and almost shriveled.

“Sister... sister?” He hasn't returned to his soul yet, and only caught these two words.

“Me, Ask, You, Me, Sister, Sister,?!” Qin Lingyu spoke a shady tone and asked the disciple of Xuyang Zong, who was being held in his hand, word for word.

The disciple, a spiritual spirit, finally woke up completely.

Why did Brother Qin Lingyu, far away from Xuan's extremes, rush back?!