Even, when drinking just now, the shallow smile on Yan Qingrui's face did not change. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

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

The aroma of wine has already hooked out those people's gluttony, but there is no wine everywhere here, and they don't drink alcohol in the first place, so everyone can just endure it, but this middle-aged scribe took the wine out.

The middle-aged scribe's own wine, it is naturally nothing to drink by himself, but that black and thin boy, who doesn't know what shit luck to take, can actually drink such a fine wine.

This is simply pulling the hatred of the restaurant, and a pair of envious and jealous eyes fall on her.

But a pair of expectant and inquiring eyes fell on her, as if she wanted her to tell what this wine tasted like, it smelled so fragrant, and it must be an indescribable wonderful taste when she drank it!

Yan Qingrui secretly complained, from the beginning of entering the restaurant, no, from the beginning of entering the Shadowless Valley, she has been on guard.

Even when she was eating at the same table with a middle-aged scribe, she talked and laughed freely, but the vigilance in her heart never disappeared at all. Every dish she tasted, she had tried it with a silver needle with a thief skill in advance, and it was not poisonous before she dared to eat it.

Even if she didn't have a silver needle, with her ability to discern poison, there would not be many poisons in this world that could poison her, and it would not be easy to poison her.

Who knows, in the end, I still got on the road.

At this moment, the middle-aged scribe smiled gently and said, "Little brother, you are so polite, how can you be embarrassed?"

Yan Qingrui couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't question the scribe, and couldn't ask what he was talking about.

The middle-aged scribe smiled loudly and said: "I fell in love with my little brother at first sight, this face must be given, since the little brother insists on this, then it is better to be respectful than to obey his fate, little brother, then I will go first." There will be a period later, there will be a period later!"

With that, the middle-aged scribe stood up and walked out.

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

There are still flames burning in her body, her whole body is very uncomfortable, and even all the meridians seem to be twisted and tangled together, but it is very strange, those tangled and twisted meridians do not have the feeling of being broken, but as if there is an invisible hand pulling, and there seems to be an invisible qi condensed in it, rampage through her meridians, making the meridians swell and painful.

But the pain was within her reach.

I won't let her die, but I will let her be tortured.

Let her feel pain all the time, but she can't scream and can't move. This kind of torture is really like torture.

Could it be that this middle-aged scribe is an enemy?

But she didn't know the man.

At this moment, Yan Qingrui's body still couldn't move, she maintained the movement of holding the cup with one hand, and this strange situation lasted for half a pillar of incense.

The diners watched her smile and say nothing, and they all thought that this kid could really pretend.

But they didn't know that that glass of wine had almost recombined all the meridians in Yan Qingrui's body, and that invisible breath had almost collided with all her meridians.

Yan Qingrui's whole body seemed to have been fished out of the water, not only was her whole body sweating like rain, but her whole body was so sore, that she couldn't even lift her fingers.