readx; Mix the rice evenly, sprinkle a little koji on top, cover the wine urn with a clay pot, and then use ......

Then use "mulberry paper" to seal the wine urn tightly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

That feeling of suffocation hit his heart again, but this simple step made Hu Shijiu have to stop several times to complete.

In her previous life, as "Shen Jianing", she died under this layer of mulberry paper.

In the water mirror, the two strange women, until this time, Hu Shijiu didn't figure out who they were?

It's a terrible feeling. It's like when you know that there is a snake in the dark, but you still want to march into the forest.

It's okay, it's okay, in this life, everything hasn't happened yet, she still has a chance!

Now, you can only take every step steadily, so that you can get close to Han Mochen as quickly as possible, have the ability to enter the Han Mansion, and rewrite that nightmarish fate!

When each sip of the wine urn was tightly sealed with two layers of thick mulberry paper, and the paper was tightly pasted with wet mud on the mouth of the urn, in this way, Hu Shijiu's wine was finally completed!

Looking at the wine urn in the room, Hu Shijiu was comforted, but still a little uneasy.

Since the poison cake incident, it seems to be too peaceful here.

She couldn't believe that the ghosts hiding in the shadows would let her go so easily.

But if they still have something to do, why haven't they done it until now?

Is the brass lock on the door enough to keep those with ill intentions at bay......

"If we want to do everything ourselves, then why do we need them?" The old eunuch Judd sat idly in the room where the dark incense floated, admiring the armor set inlaid with gold and jade on his little finger.

Xiao Shunzi was shocked, the fragrance in this room was delicious, but it was always full of death.

He peeked at the note that Judd pressed under his elbow, which Wu Houde had painstakingly delivered to him, and asked him to pass it on to this old eunuch who was full of life and had no trace of life to use to ask for help.

Now, the note was casually thrown on the table by Judd and pressed under his arm.

"You say, don't you? Little Shunzi—" Judd said in a long voice. The eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling made Xiao Shunzi suddenly dare not speculate about other things.

"Yes." He whispered.

Judd handed the thin piece of paper to Xiao Shunzi: "Come, this is for you." Keep a thought. ”

Xiao Shunzi knelt down with a thud, and he watched the piece of paper fall lightly from his eyes. It seems that Wu Houde's life was erased with a sentence like this.

"Godgrandpa, please...... Please...... Help him......" His voice was almost inaudible, however. It had used all his strength.

"Oh?" Judd stretched out one foot and hooked Junko's head, forcing him to face him with a tearful face.

"You're interceding for him?" He retracted his foot and leaned over to pinch Junko's chin with his armor-clad hand.

The cold, sharp armor sleeve scraped against Junko's cheek, with a hint of blood.

Junko's eyes grew more and more frightened, and just as he was about to faint weakly, Judd let go of him.

"You, interceding for him?" He asked again, in a calm tone. Even, with a slight smile.

Xiao Shunzi collapsed to the ground, and in his heart, there was something, and with a "zheng" sound, he was broken......

Wu Houde anxiously paced around the room, and it was not a few days before the time to offer wine.

However, the letter he sent to Juddquan was not answered. Even the figure of Xiao Shunzi has been since that day. Never seen again.

Could it be that so soon, the godfather gave up on himself?

I don't know if it's his delusion, when he passed by the room of the drunkard building in the wine garden these two days. He seemed to smell the smell of wine.

As a sommelier, you have a good nose that is sensitive.

Although it cannot be compared with Hu Nineteen's sense of smell, Wu Houde's sense of smell can be regarded as outstanding among his peers.

That dead girl has a big life, and she actually saved her from danger last time. But after all, that time also took away the guys in the drunkard building. This time, she fought alone, and she was able to win Xinghualou?

For some reason, from the first time he saw the female doll named "Nineteen", Wu Houde always had a feeling in his heart that he was not so comfortable.

Maybe it's because she's so talented? Or is it because she went to the drunkard building, or maybe she can even be seen at this wine fight, so she is so restless and anxious?

Yes, it must be.

It seems that there are unrelated things, but there are thousands of knots behind them. That "Shen Nineteen" must be the old immortal Xu Qing of the drunkard building who was deliberately sent to deal with him.

Just like the "wine talent" they planted in the drunkard building, Shen Shijiu must also be a wine talent from the drunkard building!

In that case, let's see who is more powerful......

"Brother Leper," Li Hetian has been coming to the drunkard building frequently recently. Perhaps in the wine fight, they shared weal and woe and helped each other, so they gave birth to a feeling of caring for each other.

In short, the guys in the drunkard building all found that the little fat man over there in this wine cellar seemed to be sticking to the little leper in the restaurant here.

"Why are you here?" Li Hetian went up to the second floor with a snort, and the little leper was sitting alone in front of the red pillar in the corridor facing the street.

His gaze quietly looked in the direction of the wine arena.

Li Hetian followed him and looked at him for a while: "Hey, don't look at it, you can't see nineteen here!" ”

Hearing the word "nineteen", the little leper was suddenly stunned for a moment, as if he had just seen Li Hetian, and he asked indifferently: "Why are you here?" ”

"I've been here for a while!" The attitude of the little leper has long been accustomed to Li Hetian. He sat beside the little leper with a big grin, his legs sticking out of his trunk and dangling.

The two fat legs of his overalls in the cellar were like two dark blue pillars, which shook so much that the little leper was a little dizzy.

"Why don't you stay in the cellar and come here?" The little leper pinched his eyebrows, and recently, his attitude towards Li Hetian has been much better.

"I'm missing Nineteen." Li Hetian did not hide it and said frankly.

The little leper looked at Li Hetian sideways, and saw that his slightly chubby face was smooth and flawless, and a pair of eyes that were not too small were looking at him frankly.

The little leper avoided Li Hetian's gaze.

"We've been back for so long, and there's no news from Nineteen." Li Hetian looked at the little leper and turned his head, knowing that the other party was not interested in talking, so he continued to look into the distance and sighed.

"Sometimes, no news is the best news." Behind the two, another voice came. (To be continued.) )