Even the slight smile on Yan Qingrui's face was not changed when she was drinking just now.

Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, she is intoxicated by the fine wine and is savoring the taste of smashing this glass of wine.

The aroma of the wine has already attracted all the greed of those people, but there is no wine everywhere here. I didn’t drink wine, so I just wanted to endure it, but the middle-aged scholar took out the wine.

It is natural that the middle-aged scholar drinks his own wine, but that thin black guy doesn't know what luck he has, and he can even drink such fine wine.

This was a complete hatred in the restaurant, and her eyes of envy and jealousy fell on her.

But there were also a pair of expectant and inquiring eyes falling on her, as if she wanted her to tell what the wine tasted. It smelled so fragrant, and it must be even more wonderful when drinking it!

Yan Qingrui complained secretly, starting from entering the restaurant, no, from entering the Shadow Valley, she has been on guard.

Even though she was having dinner with the middle-aged scholar, she was chatting and laughing calmly, but her vigilance had never disappeared. Every dish she had tasted was used in advance to try it with a silver needle under everyone's noses without knowing it. It was not poisonous and dared to eat it.

Even without Silver Needle, with her ability to identify poisons, there will not be many poisons in this world that can poison her, and it is not easy to poison her.

But I knew it, but I finally got caught up in the story.

At this moment, the middle-aged scholar smiled gently and said, "Little brother, you are so polite, why are you so embarrassed?"

Yan Qingrui could not move, could not speak, could not question the scholar, nor could he ask what he was saying.

The middle-aged scholar smiled loudly and said, "As soon as I met my little brother, I must give you this face. Since the little brother insists on doing this, it is better to obey your orders. Brother, then I will leave first. There will be a date later, and there will be a date later!"

After saying that, the middle-aged scholar stood up and walked out.

Yan Qingrui wanted to roll her eyes, but she couldn't do it.

There were flames burning in her body, and her whole body felt very uncomfortable. Even all her meridians seemed to be twisted and tangled together. But it was strange that those twisted meridians did not feel like they were about to break. Instead, it seemed that an invisible hand was pulling, and an invisible energy condensed in it, rushing through her meridians, causing the meridians to swell and hurt.

But that pain was within the range she could bear.

She won't let her die, but she will suffer all the torture.

It made her feel the pain all the time, but she couldn't scream and couldn't help it. Such torture was like torture.

Could this middle-aged scholar be an enemy?

But she didn't know this person.

At this moment, Yan Qingrui's body was still unable to move. She kept holding the cup with one hand. This strange situation lasted for half a stick of incense.

The diners looked at her there smiling without saying a word, and they all felt that this kid could really pretend.

But they didn't know that the glass of wine almost made all the meridians in Yan Qingrui's body recombined, and that invisible breath almost knocked all her meridians.
Chapter completed!