After the five flavors of the dish, Qianwu ate a little supportively, got up and brushed his stomach, and muttered: "No, it can't fit it, let's eat it tomorrow." ”

It was very interesting for the little beggar to see her holding her belly, she was so keen on eating, and she was ...... It's quite edible.

He glanced at the only remnant on the table, and a small smile crossed his lips.

Thinking that she had just blown the wind at the feast, he poured a small glass of his soothing wine and handed it to her.

"Warm up with a glass of wine."

Qianwu heard that it was wine, and she was very curious, it turned out that in Cangyi Mountain, Liu Mo also often drank it, but she didn't let her taste it, and she always hid it like a baby.

Hehe, just a little thirsty, she stepped forward to take the cup, first dipped it lightly with the tip of her tongue, and thought, "Hey, this smell seems familiar?" Still, it's good. Then he drank it all.

He looked at her drinking, and he was very amused, hadn't she ever drunk?

Qianwu drank the wine, and suddenly felt a fire around him, and his ears were a little dizzy.

At this time, she was a little unclear, and muttered, "Huh, what? Suddenly so hot? Could it be that I burned myself? I...... It doesn't seem to be using the red heart fire? ”

She suspected that the heat was coming from the Red Heart Fire, and then held out two fingers and looked at it.

A gaze, suddenly, a beam of scorching fire burst out from his fingertips.

She couldn't see clearly, so she brought the firelight closer, looked at the swaying flames with a pair of eyes, and said, "It seems to ...... Feeling, different...... Hand...... Hands are not hot. ”

At this time, the little beggar sitting next to her, with her mouth half open, looked at the fire in her hand with burning eyes.

She? Is it capable of resisting fire? Actually? Or use your fingertips to fight the fire?

Qianwu turned to look at the little beggar again, and the flame in his hand also turned to the little beggar.

The little beggar hurriedly reached out to protect the fire on her fingertips, for fear that she was burning something, especially herself!

Chigo couldn't see his worry at all at the moment, and only felt that his body was fluttering, as if he was about to fly.

Chigo looked at his face with his head tilted, his eyes blurred and his eyes glazed.

Hmm~, it seems that the little beggar in front of him has also changed, and he can't help laughing at him: "Hehe...... You...... Why is it so ugly? There were one, two, three...... Five eyes, with ...... There are three mouths...... Ha ha? As he spoke, the flaming hand shook a few more times in front of the little beggar.

The little beggar sensed that something was wrong, couldn't she drink? Got drunk in one bite?

Just as he realized that he shouldn't have given her a drink, Chigo's legs went a little weak and he was about to fall. He immediately took Chigo and took her into his arms.

But I saw that her face was crimson, and she had already fallen asleep.

Then he looked down and saw that the fire on her fingertips was also gone.

"She? How much alcohol is this? Also...... It's amazing! "Fortunately, this soothing wine is also good for the body, and I only poured a small glass for her, so it shouldn't be anything.

It's good that she has fallen asleep, otherwise, if she plays with the fire, he really doesn't know what to do.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly picked up Chigo and put him on the bed.

After a few breaths, her face was still flushed, and the little beggar helped her up, and Yun Gong helped her speed up the dispersion of the alcohol in her body.

Seeing that she was sweating, he slowly put her away and covered her with a brocade quilt.

But she was still a little worried, so she sat on the couch again to see if she had any other abnormalities.

Not long after, Chigo still had a little crimson face, muttering something. The voice was so small that he couldn't hear it clearly.

"What did you say?" He leaned over and pressed it to her ear.

"Small, small...... Beg...... I ......"

In the ears, bursts of light heat swept across the pinna of the ear, entered the ear, and swirled around the ......

But he still couldn't hear what she said, he straightened up, a little remorseful: "It seems that she can't drink this wine in a sip, and she can't even speak clearly." ”

He looked at her with some self-reproach and some worry, held her hand, and stayed by her side.

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