Half of the wine in the vat has been drunk by the county lord.

So the remaining half is for the Demon Lord.

He calmly stretched out his hand, and then held the spoonful of wine in front of the Demon Lord.

The green sandalwood wine is cold, like the cold water in late autumn.

The Demon Lord smiled and said, "This wine is too cold, and if you drink it, it will hurt your stomach." ”

The county lord asked, "The Demon Lord even dares to bully the Heavenly Dao, and he is still afraid of bad stomachs?"

The Demon Lord thought about it for a moment, and then he finally walked up.

The dark clouds in the sky that had solidified seemed to be less solid at this point, because the Demon Lord's attention was no longer in the dark clouds.

The county lord held the wine spoon in his left hand, and remained in a standing position without moving a single step.

Cold sweat fell from his back, but the cold sweat was dried by the autumn wind before it could be crossed.

The Demon Lord walked slowly, and the burden on his shoulders was like the heaviest burden in the world.

Finally, he was only a foot away from the county lord.

At a distance of one foot, the eyes can almost be close to the face.

At this distance, generally speaking, it is either a kiss or a fight.

But at this time, the county lord was toasting.

The county lord's right hand was hunched under the sleeve of his shirt, and his body leaned forward slightly, his head half-bowed.

——

The most respectful toast was used.

But the only difference is that he holds the spoon in his left hand.

There are many words that can be used to describe the world.

For example, holding a knife, holding a gun, or holding a sword.

But a wine spoon, held in his hand, has a wonderful feeling.

The Demon Lord held the pole in one hand, and then freed up one hand to pick up the wine spoon in his hand.

At such a close distance, even if you really want to draw your sword, you may not be able to use it.

Huang Chunqiu was sweeping the floor, he was having a battle with Liu Cheng that others couldn't understand, and this contest was at a critical moment.

But when he felt the chill coming from the county lord's body, he couldn't help but turn his head sideways.

Liu Cheng couldn't concentrate, and his eyes fell on the two of them from time to time.

The Demon Lord's hand was about to grasp the spoon.

Autumn is cold.

But the county lord's eyes suddenly flashed a trace of heat at this time.

It was a dangerous and dangerous move, and only he could see the murderous aura and longing in the Demon Lord's outstretched hand.

But the hand seemed so steady at this time.

That's what makes the Demon Lord so terrible.

Even if he wanted to kill himself, even if he was so close to him, he could still control the desire to do it himself.

He looked at the hand calmly and waited quietly.

However, the hand did not fall.

The Demon Lord was stunned for a moment, then suddenly retracted his hand.

The county lord's eyes glared at the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord took two steps back, then raised his head, and an extremely peaceful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Lord Nanjun, you have a plan, how could I not know?"

The county lord still maintained his standing posture, and the spoonful of wine in his hand seemed to freeze in his hand.

A layer of autumn frost had covered the spoon.

The county lord said calmly, "If you can really drink the wine in this spoonful, then you really have the capital to enter the southern county." ”

What he meant was already obvious.

The wine is here, just to see if he dares to drink it.

Nanjun Town is here, just to see if he dares to enter.

He looked into the eyes of the Demon Lord, there was only calm in his eyes, he didn't know what his expression was now, but only calm could make him stand here steadily.

The county lord thought for a moment and then added, "Hesitating, it's really not like you." ”

The Demon Lord looked at him, his heart struggling.

If it had been more than ten years ago, maybe he really didn't care about anything and took the spoonful of wine directly from the county lord's hand.

But this was not more than a decade ago.

He still has hidden wounds on his body.

He used his supernatural powers to travel thousands of miles from the City of Light, and there was also a certain consumption of his spiritual power.

He was hesitating, but he was already under the city of Nanjun.

If he can take the cup of wine from the county lord's hand, it means that the county lord can't stop him.

As long as he enters the city and finds the people of the Starfall Pavilion and finds the Starfall to heal his injuries, he will be invincible in the world.

This is naturally an incomparably great temptation for him.

But the county lord is alone, and a spoonful of wine puts him in a dilemma.

......

The two of them just don't know how long they have been standing here.

The county lord's hand did not tremble in the slightest.

And that's exactly what he wants the Demon Lord to see.

When a person is nervous, his hands will tremble unconsciously, but a cultivator has reached the extreme control of his hands, but he will still tremble.

Then the county lord's hand did not tremble at this time, which means that he did not have the slightest nervousness.

He asked lightly, "For so many years, only Yi Shuihan can hurt you, and now Yi Shuihan is no longer in Nanjun, only me is left, don't you dare to drink this glass of wine?"

His voice was gentle and calm.

But it is in this gentleness and peace that there is an infinite murderous aura.

The Demon Lord thought for a moment, then took two steps forward again.

So the distance between the two of them was restored to a foot again.

The Demon Lord looked at his eyes calmly and said, "Lord County Lord toasts, naturally I want to drink, but I'm not used to holding a spoon, I'm only used to holding a cup." ”

The county lord smiled, "There are only spoons here, no cups. ”

The Demon Lord didn't speak, and he freed his left hand again.

His hand shook in the air, and then said with great calm, "Come on!"

The autumn wind that had swept over Nanjun seemed to become sudden with his voice.

A cup that I don't know whose house it broke through the window lattices of several houses, crossed the city, cut through the air, and finally fell steadily into the hands of the Demon Lord.

Reaching out from Nanjun City, he can accurately take out a cup that has nothing to do with him.

Naturally, this is already a very sophisticated method.

The county lord understood that he was only doing it for himself.

The county lord looked at the cup in his hand, but he still couldn't help but praise and said, "The jade jade cup is just right for drinking this green sandalwood wine." ”

The Demon Lord nodded.

The county lord's wine spoon slanted slightly.

His face was still calm.

But suddenly a fire burned in his eyes that no one was aware of.

It's a longing fire.

The green sandalwood wine slowly fell with the cool autumn air.

The sound of the water flowing into the jade cup is extremely pleasant.

The Demon Lord kept glaring at the county lord's calm hand.

He suddenly noticed that the county lord's hand was no longer steady.

His hands began to tremble.

The drinks were still flowing in the air.

The county lord looked at the demon lord and said, "I suddenly feel that drinking is not the right drink, and it is naturally boring. ”

On his body, in the wine spoon in the county lord's hand, a sword intent that soared into the sky suddenly erupted at this moment.

The cold autumn was instantly torn apart by this sword intent.

All this in the world seems to have become cold at this time.

The sword intent was cold, the wine was cold, and even the Demon Lord's heart became cold the moment the sword intent surged.

The county lord's right hand, which had been drooping, suddenly raised.

He shook it in the void.

But there was no cup in the city of Nanjun.

Because he wasn't meant to drink.

The sword intent poured out, naturally for the sake of using the sword.

He said calmly, "The sword comes." ”