Chapter 19: See the Demons Again

"Good moonlight, good view, good wine!" Shen Muxi looked at the night sky and invited the wine to the moon.

I've drunk it twice before, but I didn't think it was very good, but now that I drink it, I just feel that my internal organs are extremely comfortable.

"I'm dropping little master! That's not how wine is drunk." Afraid that she would drink too much, Qiuqiu dragged her vigorously.

"Afraid of a hammer? Ball, give the master another bottle, we don't get drunk and don't return."

"I'm dripping and drinking?"

"Huh?"

"Gotta get it, you're amazing, you're the most vicious!"

Looking at Shen Muxi's fierce eyes, Qiu Qiuxin said that this was not good, so he had to take out another bottle and send it to her.

"That's good! Lao Tzu likes good babies the most, come, cheers! Tons and tons of ......" couldn't be said, and she killed half a bottle in one breath, her pretty face was red and hot, and her eyes became more and more hazy.

"Oops! You slow down, hey, eat something and press ......" was startled, and Qiuqiu quickly took out some "drunkard peanuts" and "Weilong spicy strips" as snacks to let her suppress the wine.

After drinking, Shen Muxi, who was like two people before, looked at the moon stupidly and smirked, for fear that Qiuqiu would take away the wine bottle, and held it in his arms and didn't let go.

On the other hand, Qiuqiu is old-fashioned and cross-legged, counting that she shouldn't be like this.

"Huh? Ball, what do you think that's that? Holding on to the windowsill, Shen Muxi puffed out her cheeks, and a touch of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she was full of energy.

Qiuqiu looked at the situation, and saw a black shadow squatting on the eaves opposite, with handsome facial features comparable to demons, but he put on a bitter gourd face, as if someone owed him money and didn't pay it back.

"Lao Tzu seems to have seen an extremely disgusting face, not only obscene but also filthy......" squinting his eyes, Shen Muxi smiled, he didn't expect to meet the old man so soon.

"So it's him? Poor thing! Qiuqiu shook his head, is it really not a family that does not get together, the demon goodbye to the little master, and at the point where she is drunk, it is conceivable that his fate is destined to be a tragedy.

The demon stealthily lifted a piece of glazed tiles and peeked into the house, as if looking for something.

Seeing this, Shen Muxi became interested, pinched his throat and shouted in the direction where he was: "It's not good! Come on! Someone trespassing! ”

Smack-

The sudden change frightened the demon and struck a big startle, and he didn't control his strength to smash a piece of glazed tiles.

There was a loud noise from the rubble falling to the ground, which alarmed many sect disciples, who lit lamps and candles one after another, and rushed out of the house to check what was going on.

The demon lay on the roof, hoping that no one would find out.

Who knows, the sharp voice just now came out again: "That little thief is on the roof, let's go up together, rush the duck!" ”

A word woke everyone up, looked up, and really found the figure of the demon.

A small thief slipped into the sect, this was the biggest humiliation to the Rin Yue Sect, and for a while, the shouts of killing were endless, and he had to be arrested.

Seeing that things were not good, the demon glared angrily in the direction where Shen Muxi was, jumped off the roof, and ran into the distance.

The disciples followed, their swords unsheathed, and their swords flashed with cold light.

"Hack this little thief to death!"

"Those who trespass on the Rin Moon Sect will die!"

"Brothers, kill this girl for me......"

The sound of killing shook the sky, and the demons fled in embarrassment.

"Hahahaha...... You deserve it, damn prodigal, who made you offend Lao Tzu? Seeing that the demon was like a rat crossing the street, everyone shouted and beat him, and Shen Muxi's mood was extremely refreshing.

It's time for him to suffer a little more! Otherwise, wouldn't it be too cheap for him?