Xuyun quickly swallowed a mouthful of meat in his mouth, raised his eyelids, and said, "Don't ask questions!"

Yan Qingrui: "......"

She hadn't spoken yet.

Speechless, she walked over and sat down across from him.

There were three dishes on the table near Yan Qingrui, which he hadn't had time to eat, and when he saw Yan Qingrui sitting down and moving his eyes to the table, Xuyun immediately stretched out his hand and pulled the three dishes in front of him: "Mine!"

Yan Qingrui: "......"

She asked someone to send this dish, and Xuyun looked like she was afraid that she would snatch it, so she couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Xuyun ate with a mouth full of oil, and said while eating: "Girl, why are you so conscientious today?

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

"The monk said, don't ask questions!"

Yan Qingrui: "......"

She rolled her eyes and said, "Didn't you say that the mouth of eating people is soft?

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

Yan Qingrui gritted her teeth, the magic stick is becoming more and more hateful now, she eats and drinks as she likes, but her mouth is tight, and she can't ask him anything.

Looks like he's going to have to take heavy medicine.

She stretched out her hand, and she didn't know where to take out a small wine bottle, which was so small that it could hold two taels at most.

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

Just two or two drinks, I want to ask a question from him?

Yan Qingrui opened the lid and quickly closed it.

Xuyun's face changed suddenly, why was the air suddenly so fragrant?

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

He sniffed and sniffed, and finally smelled the source, which was the aroma that had just been opened from the bottle?

Xuyun's eyes widened, looking at the small wine bottle in Yan Qingrui's hand, bounced up from the cloud bed, immediately approached Yan Qingrui, and said flatteringly: "Good girl, good girl, what kind of wine is this, give the monk a taste!"

Yan Qingrui said lightly: "I have nothing to do with the new brew, and I haven't chosen a name yet." She threw the vial with her left hand and her right hand and her left hand to play with it.

Xuyun's eyes were about to fall to the ground, staring at her hand nervously, worried that if she missed, the little bottle would fall to the ground.

But Yan Qingrui didn't care, her hands moved faster and faster, and she could see that Xuyun's hands were bluff, ready to rescue 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 rob it? Which one is more cost-effective to beat up a long bag for a drink? Xuyun twisted his eyebrows and looked entangled.

He vaguely knew what this girl wanted to ask,

Finally, he gritted his teeth and gritted his teeth, and finally said, "Good girl, what do you want to ask? ”

Yan Qingrui stopped and said, "You know the Poison Hand Holy Doctor, right?"

Xuyun nodded like pounding garlic, but a pair of eyes were still staring at the small wine bottle, looking a little absent-minded.

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

Xuyun was stunned, swallowed the saliva that was about to flow out, and looked at Yan Qingrui suddenly, but immediately moved away, grabbed the chicken on the table and gnawed it, and said vaguely: "What power can she have behind her?"

Yan Qingrui reminded: "You're gnawing on chicken fart!"