Pu Zihuang narrowed her drunken eyes, looked at Ruan Ling for a moment, and stretched out her hand-

A purple rope flew from a distance and fell into his hands.

Hua Hanxiang's screams and cursing sounds came from afar.

Ruan Ling had sharp eyes and recognized that this was the rope tied with the fragrance of flowers.

She was a little envious and asked, "What kind of rope is this?"

"Binding the Immortal Screw." Yan Jiu answered first, with a smile on his face, "Little Chef, if you like this rope, I will grab it. Can you give it to you?"

Pu Zihuang glanced at the little Taoist priest: "Aren't you afraid of the wind blowing your tongue?"

He looked at Ruan Ling: "I have already put flowers in fragrance, you can pour wine."

Ruan Ling picked up the wine jar and poured glasses of wine for him and the little Taoist priest respectively.

Yan Jiu couldn't wait to pick it up, drank it in one breath, squinted his eyes and sighed, "It's really a good wine."

Pu Zihuang sucked a little lightly, picked up the chopsticks, and gracefully picked up a peanut, put it in her mouth, and chewed it slowly.

There is no expression on his face.

I'm afraid he is the only one who knows the taste.

A small glass of wine was slowly drunk and it was finished quickly.

He glanced at Ruan Ling.

Ruan Ling held the wine jar and said, "This glass was the exchange you put on Huahua just now."

"What, a cup?" Pu Zihuang sneered, "Little City God, do you think I'm easy to bully?"

"You detain my person, are you still acting slutty with me?" Ruan Ling also turned cold, "What, do you think I am easy to bully?"

Yan Jiu was stunned.

This little chef who is not amazing is actually a city god?

In the underworld, only those with the level of the City God above are qualified to call themselves "I".

Yan Jiu looked shocked, but no one paid attention to him.

Pu Zihuang glanced at Ruan Ling sideways and asked, "Don't you give me some drinks? Okay, I'll put flowers in fragrance, your goal has been achieved, take your wine back."

"Then I'll go back with my wine?"

"Let's go."

"good."

Ruan Ling held the wine jar and turned around and left.

Yan Jiu jumped in a hurry.

Pu Zihuang lay lazily on her side, her drunk eyes had no focus, and she let Ruan Ling leave.

Ruan Ling walked a few feet away, looked down at the jar of wine in her hand, and said to herself: "It's useless to keep this, it's so heavy. Let's throw it away."

As she said that, she raised her hand and threw the jar out of the wine.

The wine jar drew an arc in the air. When it barely touched the ground, it was dragged by a force, floating in the air, and finally flew back to Pu Zihuang's hand.

He held the jar of wine, pulled the plug with his teeth, and raised his head and slapped a large mouthful.

Ruan Ling curled the corners of her lips and turned around.

Pu Zihuang was wearing a silver robe and a silver-white jade crown on her head, dressing in a very luxurious and beautiful manner.

The white crystal white wine dripping splashed out and splashed onto his robe, making it beautiful.

Yan Jiu stared at him and kept shouting: "Save some for me, leave some for me!"

Pu Zihuang poured half of the jar in one breath, wiped her lips with her sleeves, and slapped her lips in full, smiling intoxicatedly: "Good wine, good wine..."

Yan Jiu snatched the jar of wine and couldn't wait to drink it wildly.

After a few sips, he fell head onto the table and fell asleep.

No wonder this pair is really drunkards.

Pear blossom white is not an ordinary wine.
Chapter completed!