Xu Yun quickly swallowed a bite of flesh in his mouth, raised his eyelids, and said, "Don't ask questions!"

Yan Qingrui: "..."

She hasn't spoken yet.

She walked over speechlessly and sat down opposite him.

There were three dishes on the table near Yan Qingrui. Before he could eat it, he saw Yan Qingrui sitting down and moving his eyes to the table. Xu Yun immediately stretched out his hand and pulled the three dishes in front of him: "My!"

Yan Qingrui: "..."

She asked someone to send this dish. Xuyun looked afraid that she would take it away, which made her roll her eyes.

Xuyun was so ateful that he said while eating, "Girl, why are you so conscientious today? I know that the monk has faded out of my mouth, so I sent wine and vegetables?"

Yan Qingrui said: "I want to ask..."

"The monk said it, no question!"

Yan Qingrui: "..."

She rolled her eyes and said, "Didn't you say that you are so soft-hearted? God, do you still want to have a meal?"

Xuyun shook his head and simply said, "I don't want to!"

Yan Qingrui gritted her teeth. The charlatan is becoming more and more disgusting now. She eats, drinks, and takes them, but her mouth is tight and she can't ask him anything.

It seems that I have to apply a heavy medicine.

She stretched out her hand and didn't know where to take out a small wine bottle. The wine bottle was too small and could hold at most two taels.

Xuyun saw it, but he didn't raise his eyes.

I just had two taels of wine, but I wanted to ask questions from him? There was no door.

Yan Qingrui uncovered the lid and quickly covered it.

Xuyun's face suddenly changed. Why did the air suddenly smell so fragrant?

The wine is mellow and rich, but it has a hint of clearness, like plum blossoms, like autumn chrysanthemums proud of the frost.

He sniffed his nose and smelled it everywhere, and finally smelled the source, which was the fragrance that had just opened the mouth of the bottle?

Xuyun's eyes widened, looked at the small wine bottle in Yan Qingrui's hand, and bounced up from the cloud bed. He immediately approached Yan Qingrui and said flatteringly: "Good girl, good girl, what kind of wine is this? Let's try it for the monk!"

Yan Qingrui said lightly: "I have nothing to do and I haven't named it yet." She threw the small bottle with her left hand and played with her right hand.

Xu Yun's eyes were almost falling to the ground, staring at her hand with a nervous look on his face, worried that she would miss it, and the small bottle would fall to the ground.

But Yan Qingrui didn't care. Her hands moved faster and faster. Xuyun's hands were blunt, ready to rescue him at any time.

Snatch wine from Yan Qingrui?

He could do it, but he didn't dare.

This girl is too violent.

But what should I do if I really want to grab it? Which one is more cost-effective if I get beaten up for a drink? Xu Yun frowned and looked confused.

He knew what this girl wanted to ask.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and finally said with all his might: "Good girl, what are you going to ask? Ask! What can you tell you, the monk will definitely tell you."

Yan Qingrui stopped and said, "Do you know the Holy Doctor of the Poison Hand?"

Xuyun nodded like pounding garlic, but his eyes were still staring at the small wine bottle, with a little absent-minded look.

Yan Qingrui said: "What force is behind her?"

Xu Yun was stunned and swallowed the saliva that was about to flow out with a greedy sound. He looked at Yan Qingrui suddenly, but immediately moved away, grabbed the chicken on the table and chewed it, and said vaguely: "What kind of power can she have behind her? There must be no!"
Chapter completed!