Chapter Ninety-Six: Poisoning

Hearing Yan say this, Qi Huan was shocked for a moment, his face turned cold all of a sudden, and his hand had already reached out to his waist to take the knife, forcing towards the employer.

The employer hurriedly defended: "I didn't poison me, how can you, a woman, be innocent and innocent?"

Yan said coldly: "Is it poisonous, why don't you take a sip yourself?"

The employer looked frightened and stepped back.

As soon as Qi Huan saw his employer's reaction, he knew that he must have murderous intentions towards himself. He took advantage of the situation and poured half of the wine on the table, walked over to his employer in three steps and two steps, grabbed his employer by the collar, and poured the wine into his mouth.

The employer struggled desperately, whining and kicking on the ground on both legs. When the others in the tavern saw this, they scattered in fright.

This is a big event that is going to kill people, and whoever stays will be unlucky.

But the cigarette just walked over, and without moving, he actually snatched the wine jug in Qi Huan's hand lightly. She still said without emotion in her eyes: "Let him go, after all, he hasn't killed you yet, so he won't kill him." Moreover. I don't like dead people in this shop. ”

Qi Huan still had a fierce look on his face, looked at the employer with cold eyes, and said coldly: "Shameless." If you choose to use me, why don't you believe me? The knife man will not tell the secret of his employer, this is the choice of the knife man. I won't tell you about you, but don't let me see you again. Get the hell out of me. ”

When the employer heard this, he knew that he had a chance to live, so he quickly crawled out of the tavern, and when he went out, he didn't pay attention to the threshold and fell a dog to eat.

Smoke didn't speak, just silently turned his head and picked up the remnants of the hurried departure. Many of the guests did not finish their wine, nor did they pay for the money.

Fortunately, her store is not large, and it is easy to clean up. She didn't care about losing money, but she just regretted the rest of the good wine.

Qi Huan looked at the cigarette with his back to him, his expression was complicated, his lips moved, and said, "Boss, thank you for saving me." ”

After finishing the stack of wine bowls, he said: "It's just a gesture, and it's nothing to worry about." ”

The proprietress was so helpful, but she knew that the employer was a wealthy businessman's family, and he was very powerful and untrustworthy. Aren't you afraid that those people will come to trouble you?" Qi Huan pressed the wine bowl in his cigarette hand, and continued to ask in disbelief, "The boss lady has offended this kind of person for me now, and she is not afraid that those people will come to trouble you in the future?"

Yan shook his head, and finally showed a little sneer: "Don't be afraid." Don't worry, they can't hurt me. ”

According to Qi Huan's idea, smoke can fight against a weak scholar Thaksin, but if it is a lackey of a rich man, smoke must have no place to parry. So Qi Huan insisted on renting a house near Yan, saying that it was ......

Protect her.

guarded her unilaterally, with an expression on her face that no one was close to.

But Yan hated Qi Huan guarding her every day like this. I'm also a monster, do I still need mortals to protect me?

Joke.

Besides, a knife guest lives opposite her tavern, and all those who used to come every day are afraid to come to the door now.

The more I think about it, the more depressed I feel.

At dusk on this day, he smoked a pale yellow full-breasted skirt, combed a pear blossom bun on his head, made a wooden hairpin made by himself, and carried a pot of pear blossom brew that he had hidden for three years, and kicked the door of the knifeman.

Yan's expression was indifferent, but he roared menacingly: "The old lady doesn't need your protection, you can move me out of here now." You stinky posterity, do you know that it is because of you, now I wait from sunrise to sunset, and I haven't seen anyone come to my store to drink. I can't sell such a fragrant wine now, you bastard. ”

Qi Huan obviously didn't expect that the smoke would scold people, he was shocked for a long time, and the corners of his mouth twitched and said: "Boss, if you dislike that there are no customers in the store, I am still willing to go to your store every day to sit." If no one drinks those wines, I'm a great drinker, so you don't have to worry about spoiling it. ”

As soon as Qi Huan said this, Yan became even more angry, but his face was still cold.

She's also a demon who has lived for decades, isn't she? After all these years in this world, it's the first time I've seen this kind of vexatious trouble...... Little bastard.

I can't even clean up this little Wang Ba, but it's really in vain.

Yan put the pot of wine in front of Qi Huan, without any emotion, and said coldly: "No, I have always liked to be alone." I was the one who prevented you from drinking that pot of wine, and now that I give it back to you, we're both clear. ”

Qi Huan was obviously stunned, didn't react for a while, and asked in disbelief, "What did you say?"

"You drink this wine, and we are both clear. I don't need your protection. When I saved you, you also thought I was nosy. Smoke repeated.

Qi Huan looked at the wine, then at the cigarette, and suddenly smiled.

The sunset on the horizon is like blood, accompanied by a cold wind, the pear blossoms in the nearby courtyard fall to the ground, and the woman in front of her is beautiful and cold.

He lifted the jug and drank it down.

The smell of wine wafted out wantonly, and the geese in the yard quacked non-stop. Qi Huan sighed and said, "Do you regret saving me?"

The smoke didn't react.

Regrets? She did regret it.

To be honest, after Qi Huan tossed like this, she was afraid that she would lose several old customers. Although the money was of no particular use to her, it was still a little melancholy to think that the wine she had finally made was less drinkable by a few people.

Qi Huan saw that Yan didn't speak, and said to himself: "Actually, if you don't regret it after asking me, I still don't regret it." Even if you choose to poison me, you should be. After all, in this troubled world, either you killed me, or I killed you. I don't regret staying to protect you. It's just, it's just ......"

Qi Huan felt dizzy for a while, and a few tears actually oozed from the corners of his eyes, and he said sadly: "You are the first person to save my life, I am still grateful to your ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he fell to the ground on his feet and limbs, completely unconscious.

Yan's heart sank suddenly, and he didn't react from Qi Huan's words.

Who's going to poison him?

People's hearts are really complicated, I just want to get some sweat medicine to stun him, plus this wine, it should be enough to sleep for four or five days. She had hired a carriage to take him to a more settled place in the south.

I also prepared a large bag of silver for him.

Although Qi Huan can support himself by relying on the work of a swordsman, Yan still considers him as a person, and being a swordsman is a matter of killing his own kind.

If you do too much, it's still not good.

Yan sighed, picked up Qi Huan on the ground, and leaned him against the old wooden bed in the room.