On the moon in the willows, the maid waiting outside heard the sound of the wine jar breaking inside, and immediately forgot Shen Jing's instructions, and hurriedly pushed open the door and entered.

The hall was in a mess, Shen Jing sat on the table, his posture was lazy, and he was still holding a jar of wine in his hand.

He tilted his head and took a sip, the wine running down the corners of his lips to his neck and slowly sinking into his clothes.

The drunk Shen Jing is like a demon, only at this time can he really look like a demon, a demon who steals people's souls.

The lips of the demon Ye were stained with wine, and the more rosy they became.

The maid was stunned, and her eyes seemed to be glued to Shen Jing's body.

The king...... It's so beautiful.

The maid slowly approached, walked to Shen Jing's side, and persuaded shyly and shyly: "Your Majesty, drinking hurts your body, don't drink anymore." ”

Shen Jing's hand holding the wine jar lowered a little, and his gaze moved to the maid's face.

The maid's cheeks were red from his slightly drunken and seductive eyes.

Shen Jing looked at her and didn't speak.

The maid thought that her dissuasion had helped.

From the first time she saw the king, she liked the king, but she didn't dare to speak, but she knew that the king must have something very sad in his heart, so sometimes, she would see the king suddenly standing somewhere, and the eyebrows and eyes were full of sadness.

She felt very sorry for him like this.

So I want to get close to him and let him not be sad.

The maid plucked up her courage and continued: "The slave and maid do not want the king to be sad, although the slave and maid are soft-spoken, as long as they can make the king happy, the slave and maid are willing to do anything. ”

As she spoke, she bit her lip and lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Shen Jing.

Shen Jing wasn't drunk at all, he drank so much, but the more he drank, the more sober he became.

He's just deceiving himself, telling himself he's drunk, and he's numbing himself in this way.

Shen Jing had a playful smile on his face: "Willing to do anything?" ”

Hope rose in the maid's heart, and she immediately raised her head, wanting Shen Jing to take a good look at her.

She nodded: "Yes, I would like anything." ”

Shen Jing stretched out her hand, and her white and slender fingers were about to fall on her cheek.

The maid closed her eyes, extremely nervous.

She could already smell the faint fragrance of his body, and if so, it would be a blessing to be touched by him.

However, just a little bit, Shen Jing's hand stopped in mid-air.

The maid waited for a long time without waiting, and opened her eyes suspiciously, a cool smile hung on the corner of Shen Jing's lips, and her light gray eyes were as cold as jade.

His voice was like ice: "Oh? That deity wants to kill people now, are you willing to sacrifice it to make the deity happy? ”

His heart was beating faster, and the maid looked at his face, and now that he wasn't joking.

Qingli's little face turned pale in an instant.

It was true that she liked the king, but what she said to make him happy was to imply something else, not to sacrifice herself.

Dead, but there's nothing.

So she trembled and said, "Slave maid...... Slave ......"

That's why people lie.

Shen Jing suddenly lost interest, withdrew his hand, and said in a light tone: "Without the permission of the deity, enter the temple without permission and die." ”

As soon as the words fell, but in a moment's effort, the maid who was still standing in front of Shen Jing directly turned into smoke.

Shen Jing's eyes were stained with blood, and a trace of red light flashed in his pale gray eyes.

With a slight wave of his hand, the jar of wine in front of him disappeared.

Tomorrow is going to be an interesting day.