Feng Jiu's other hand was slightly flickering, and she didn't raise her eyes to catch the two wine glasses and put them on the table, her eyes stared at the man, and said with a smile: "Your life is really worthless." ”

The man stiffened slightly, his chin slightly raised from the dagger against his throat, and raised his eyes to look at the smiling young man in red in front of him, although his face was not obvious, but his heart shook slightly.

He knew very well what kind of skills he was, but this young man, his strength was still above him, and when he raised his hand, he subdued him, and the one against his neck was his own dagger.

The strong men who stood up around stared at the two of them, all with different expressions, and some of them originally wanted to do it, but they endured it when they saw the young man subduing their boss in twos and threes.

They are also all people at the level of the Great Spirit Master, what is the skill of that young man, looking at him killing a person in the blink of an eye, and now subduing their boss, it can already be known that his strength is above the Great Spirit Master.

It's just that above the Great Spirit Master is a foundation building monk, could it be that this young man is already a foundation building monk

Feng Jiu withdrew his hand and sat down with a flick of his robe, his slender white fingers tapped on the table: "Pour wine." ”

Bai Xiao, who was standing on the side, was stunned, and came to her senses to lift the wine jar and was about to pour her wine, but asked her to stop her: "It's not to call you, sit on the side." ”

She flicked her hand and motioned for him to sit down, her eyes falling on the man who was kneeling on one knee.

Bai Xiao was stunned, put it down obediently, and sat down on the side at a regular distance, he stared at Feng Jiu, and suddenly felt that the aura that Feng Jiu sometimes exuded from his body was very impressive, and people couldn't help but obey freely and didn't dare to disobey, that kind of coercion, that kind of momentum, he had only seen it in the ancestors of his clan.

The man stared at Feng Jiu for a while, then stood up, put away the dagger, stepped forward and picked up the jar of wine and poured a glass of wine for the young man.

Seeing this scene, the big men around frowned one by one, but they didn't speak, just stared at them, watching the young man in red sitting at the table, while their boss stood aside, and when the young man finished drinking the wine in the glass, he poured another glass for him.

It wasn't until a voice came that everyone looked away from the voice.

"It's coming, it's time to roast the wild boar."

The two big men lifted a whole roast pig forward, erected it with trees, and put it on the table, and the two said to the man: "Boss, this wild boar is roasted very tender, or the mountain roasts it with a special method, the taste of the hind legs is aggravated, and it smells more fragrant, but we know that the taste of the boss is light, and the seasoning under us is less on the front legs, and the taste is lighter." ”

Hearing this, the hearts of all the famous men moved slightly, stared at the roasted wild boar, and then looked away.

When the man heard this, he raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Jiu, and saw that he was drinking wine with a wine glass, his face was slightly red, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes, as if he had drunk a little too much, and he didn't seem to hear the words of the two people.

Bai Xiao on the side tugged at Feng Jiu's sleeve: "Don't drink too much, it's not good to get drunk." His eyes looked at the big men who were staring at the two of them like wolves and tigers, and he was a little worried.

"Well, I won't drink too much, just when the barbecue is here, come on, cut two pieces to taste."

Feng Jiu put down the wine glass and shouted, and stepped forward to smell it: "Well, it tastes good, it's quite fragrant." ”