Pu Zihuang squinted his drunken eyes, looked at Ruan Ling for a moment, and stretched out his hand-

A purple rope, flying from a distance, fell into his hands.

In the distance, there was the screaming of Hua Hanxiang and the sound of scolding.

Ruan Ling's eyes were sharp, and he recognized that this was the rope that tied the fragrance of the flowers.

She was a little greedy, so she asked, "What kind of rope is this?" ”

"Tie up the immortal rope." Yan Jiu preemptively replied, with a flattering expression on his face, "Little chef, if you like this rope, I'll grab it, okay for you?" ”

Pu Zihuang glanced at the little Taoist: "Aren't you afraid of the wind flashing your tongue?" ”

He looked at Ruan Ling: "I have already put flowers and fragrant, you can pour wine." ”

Ruan Ling picked up the wine jar and poured a glass of wine for him and the little Taoist priest.

Yan Jiu couldn't wait to pick it up, drank it in one go, squinted his eyes and sighed, "It's really good wine." ”

Pu Zihuang took a shallow sip, picked up the chopsticks again, and elegantly pinched a peanut, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

There was no expression on his face.

I'm afraid only he knows what it's like.

A small glass of wine, drunk slowly, and quickly finished.

He glanced at Ruan Ling.

Ruan Ling hugged the wine jar and said, "This cup is the exchange of the flowers you put just now." ”

"What, a cup?" Pu Zihuang sneered, "Little Chenghuang, don't you think I'm a bully?" ”

"You detain my people, and you still play tricks on me?" Ruan Ling also lowered his face, "What, do you think Benjun is easy to bully?" ”

Yan Jiu was stunned.

This little chef who doesn't look amazing is actually a city god?

In the underworld, only those above the level of the city god are qualified to call themselves "Benjun".

Yan Jiu's face was shocked, but no one paid attention to him.

Pu Zihuang squinted at Ruan Ling and asked, "Don't give me a drink?" Okay, I've also put flowers and fragrances, your purpose has been achieved, go back with your wine. ”

"Then I'll go back with the wine?"

"Let's go."

"Okay."

Ruan Ling hugged the wine jar, turned around and left.

Yan Jiu jumped straight in a hurry.

Pu Zihuang lay lazily on his side, his drunken eyes were not focused, and let Ruan Ling leave.

Ruan Ling walked a few feet away, looked down at the wine jar in his hand, and said to himself: "It's useless to keep this, it's deadly." Forget it. ”

As she spoke, she raised her hand and threw the jar out casually.

The wine jar crossed an arc in the air, and at the moment when Kankan touched the ground, it was dragged by a strong force, floated in mid-air, and finally flew back into Pu Zihuang's hands.

He held the jar in his hand, tore the cork with his teeth, and threw his head back into a large gulp.

Ruan Ling hooked the corners of his lips and turned around.

Pu Zihuang was wearing a silver robe and a silver-white jade crown on his head, and he was dressed in extreme luxury.

Drops of pear blossom-white wine spilled out and splashed onto his robes, beautiful.

Yan Jiu stared at him directly, and kept shouting: "Leave some for me, leave some for me!" ”

Pu Zihuang poured half of the jar in one go, wiped his lips with his sleeve at will, snorted a full gap, and smiled intoxicatedly: "Good wine, good wine......"

Yan Jiuyi snatched the wine jar and couldn't wait to drink wildly.

After a few sips, he fell headlong on the table and fell asleep.

No wonder this pair can be drinking friends, they are really drunkards.

Pear blossom white is no ordinary wine.

"Squishy girl, why did you come to see me?" Pu Zihuang held his chin with his hand, looked at Ruan Ling with drunken eyes, and his voice was as gentle as a lake in late spring.