In an instant, Liu Ke only felt that his face suddenly froze, and his eyes froze for a long time, not knowing what to say. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info's wrist was choked by the shopkeeper, and he couldn't break free for a while, so he stopped in the air so awkwardly.

After a long time, the emotions of being humiliated came up little by little, Liu Ke's eyes suddenly turned red, his face was also flushed, he opened his mouth for a long time, and then his anger poured out: "What did you say?!" ”

While speaking, Liu Ke finally reacted completely, and he turned his hand and was about to take off the palm of the shopkeeper, but at the moment of his hand, he found that he couldn't break free from the shopkeeper's hand!

The smile on the corner of the shopkeeper's mouth deepened, and the movements in his hands gradually increased, and he glanced at Bei Minglang, and then pulled the corners of his mouth at Liu Ke: "It seems that Mr. Ear is not good." ”

"I said, this teacup is not for my husband, but mine."

The shopkeeper's voice is not high, nor is it domineering, but every word in it exudes an aura of superiority.

After that, the shopkeeper didn't care about Liu Ke's next reaction, let go of the hand that was holding him, and his gaze was also withdrawn, and then his fingers stretched out, touched the teapot, and smiled lightly: "Eight points of heat, it will be good." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the teapot and poured tea on the teacup in front of Bei Minglang.

On the transparent white porcelain tea cup wall, it is magically revealing the clear color of the tea.

Tea into the cup, eight points hot, eight points full.

It's the rule.

Raising his hand, the shopkeeper took back the teapot and motioned for Bei Minglang to drink tea.

Liu Ke was on the side, his face was blue and white, and he was blocked in his heart like that, and he didn't know how to attack. If this shopkeeper is secretly stumbling on himself, then he can have a seizure, but now, this shopkeeper simply does not put himself in his eyes at all, and his contemptuous words and actions have no cover at all, so he naturally speaks to himself.

Withdrawing his hand, the shopkeeper picked up the second piece of cotton cloth again and began to wipe his tea residues.

Bei Minglang's eyes drooped slightly, and fell on the clear tea water, although he hadn't drunk it yet, but the fragrance of tea was wafting up one after another. The elegant tea aroma, accompanied by the natural and fresh fruity aroma, is very special.

The slender fingers slowly stretched out and touched the teacup, and it suddenly became clear to me that the material of the teacup was by no means as simple as white porcelain.

The tea is eight points hot, it should be hot, but when you touch this tea cup, there is not the slightest heat, but the transparent white porcelain is overflowing with bursts of porcelain coolness.

Interesting.

Bei Minglang said secretly in his heart. I thought that this tea shop was just a small stronghold in the Dark Pavilion, but I didn't expect that there were two or three points of fame.

Picking up the teacup, Bei Minglang was already sending it to his mouth.

Unexpectedly, just as the tea cup was about to touch his lips, Liu Ke's anger suddenly exploded, his big palm slapped on the table, and his voice roared angrily: "What do you mean?!! ”

When the table was slapped, it was just when the shopkeeper poured tea for himself, the moment Liu Ke's hand fell, the shopkeeper's eyes were quick, and he had already picked up the white porcelain teacup, and the teapot was also picked up and put on the counter, and when he turned back, his eyes became deep: "Sir, what do you mean by this?" ”

"You dark pavilion doesn't even take me in your eyes?!" Liu Ke was even more angry, and his body stood up all of a sudden, glaring angrily, looking at the shopkeeper.

He said this very skillfully, not about you, but about your secret cabinet. Raising things to the level of the dark pavilion is also a kind of oppression for this shopkeeper in disguise.

Hearing this, the smile on the corner of the shopkeeper's mouth became more and more wide, and he turned around and stood facing Liu Ke.

If it rises to the height of the dark pavilion, it will be easier to deal with, and it has always been a person who is extremely protective of himself, even if his own people do something wrong, he must first solve the people outside, and then he will reprimand his own people behind closed doors.

"The Dark Pavilion is an intelligence agency, and it has always only welcomed distinguished customers who buy information."

"Buy information or distinguished guests, dare to ask sir, which point does it meet?"

The momentum of the shopkeeper is not weak at all, I thought that Beiming is the family of the world, and the person who comes out should be very powerful, but I didn't expect that there would be such a stupid person in front of him.

Bei Minglang sat without the slightest movement, the tea was already in his mouth, his lips and teeth were sweet, the tea aroma and the fruity aroma were mixed very naturally, and there was nothing wrong with it, and after swallowing, it was even more fragrant.

"Liu Ke, sit down."

After three mouthfuls of tea, Bei Minglang finally made a sound, and immediately, the tea cup was also put down by him.

Liu Keben still said something, but when he heard Bei Minglang's voice, he had to glare at the shopkeeper hatefully, and sat down again unwillingly.

Bei Minglang's gaze slowly raised, his calm eyes looked at the shopkeeper, his expression was indifferent, there was no smile, and there was no other look, his eyes slid over the tea for a moment, and the hoarse words came out: "The tea is good." ”

The shopkeeper's smile immediately expanded, and he nodded: "It's good if the young master of the North Hell likes it." ”

"I don't know, when will I see the Pavilion Master?" Bei Minglang saw that the shopkeeper was just delaying time, and since he came to this tea shop, it was also three quarters of an hour, and he didn't plan to go around, so he asked directly.

This time, it was the turn of the shopkeeper who was stunned for a moment, and he knew in his heart, why hasn't that stinky boy come back yet?!

After a pause, he was about to speak, but he heard a clear and moving female voice:

"Young Master Lang, don't come unharmed."

The next moment, a woman with a white figure had walked out from the direction of the inner room.

The flowing cloud bun crab was bundled on one side, and a jade flowing cloud hairpin was pinned to the top, and three locks of gold silk hooked jade spikes hung down. On the other side, the hair is tied into a small braid at the root, and the end of the hair is completely spread out and hangs down on the right shoulder.

The white edelweiss cloak has a very good texture, hanging down to the woman's ankles, and inside the cape, it is a blue and white thick gauze dress, which is outstanding for cleaning dust.

Bei Minglang's gaze stopped for a moment, but in a flash, he returned to normal, stood up, and faced the direction from which Du Weiwei came.

"Lord Du Ge, long time no see."

Bei Minglang's expression has always been indifferent, and when he saw Du Weiwei at this moment, he also didn't smile, raised his hand and clenched his fist, and made a shallow salute.

The corners of Du Weiwei's mouth hooked up just the right amount of arc, raised his hand at Beiminglang, and motioned for him to take a seat. He immediately turned around and sat down opposite Bei Minglang.

In just a moment, Du Weiwei's eyes turned to look at Liu Ke, who was sitting at the same table, raised his eyebrows slightly, and fell with arrogant words: "Are you?" ”

The already very angry face turned even redder all of a sudden, if there was no one in the eyes of the previous shopkeeper, but he at least called Mr. Liu Ke, and now his master is here, but he directly said that he didn't know?!