These two people originally thought that this time they were just completing the task of a daily quarrel as usual, but they never expected that this time there would be a new prop - wine.

Don't underestimate the contents of these cups, sometimes they can be so dangerous that they can be unpredictable!

It wasn't until the two on the other side of the river had gone far away that Lonely Han withdrew his gaze and instead landed on the little woman in front of him who was glaring at him with an angry face, her face was so dark that she could drip ink, and a long sword was pointed at the tip of her nose.

He couldn't remember the first time she drew her sword and pointed it at him, and now he could even remember the lines on Fengwu's blade clearly.

Lonely Han looked at Qu Qingran intently, and he didn't know what it was like. After starting the detachment operation from Loulan, without the existence of Qu Qingyou's three people, Qu Qingran seemed to have decided to let go of herself, and she would have looked forward and backward and left a line in everything, but now she does not hide her mood and thoughts.

The last second she was still talking to Wen Su in a gentle voice, and the next second she saw him and she could make a face instantly cloudy, more fickle than the child's face on that June day, and her whole body exuded * naked unfriendliness.

She ignored him from the beginning to now has to quarrel with him every day, sometimes she is annoyed and angry, and she has to beat people, how much effort he has put in, no one knows, anyway, he would rather be beaten than Qu Qingran treat him with an attitude of turning a blind eye and hearing a deaf ear.

Lonely touched the smooth rim of the wine glass, and smiled self-deprecatingly, with a subtle trace of sadness on his handsome face. He never knew before that after really taking a person to heart, he could devalue himself so low, and for the first time he deeply felt that he was really a well-deserved lowly hoof, and there was no one of them.

Qu Qingran looked at the other party's self-deprecating smile, and couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart, she tried her best to ignore this feeling, and moved the sword a little closer.

"What are you laughing at?"

She didn't want to see his slightly sad smile anymore, but the words she said were always inevitably a little disdainful.

Lonely Shuhan didn't care, just raised his eyes to look at her, and asked, "What?" Now I'm breaking the law even laughing? ”

He drank all the wine from the wine glass, picked up the wine jug and slowly poured it into the glass, the posture of pouring the wine was very casual, but it looked extraordinarily chic.

Some people are like this, their temperament is natural, even if they are just random movements, they are particularly good-looking.

After he had poured the wine to about eight minutes, he looked up at her, not minding the sharp blade that was only a fraction of a minute away from him, his eyes were a little hazy, like a thin veil wrapped around it, as if it had been stained by wine.

He smiled, but asked in a cold tone, "Do you have to fight my sword on such a day?" If you say yes, then I don't mind being with you to the end. ”

As he spoke, he propped up his chin with one hand, shook his wine glass slightly with the other, and looked at her with slightly drunken eyes.

Qu Qingran's hand holding the Fengwu Sword was loose and tight, tight and loose, in the lonely cold and fearless gaze, she rarely felt a feeling of being unable to advance or retreat, so angry that she wanted to rush up and cut him down. There were more and more eyes peeking at them around, and the guardedness and alienation were too strong to ignore.

She was slightly wrong, and found that there were many local people standing in the corners around her, they were either holding plates or chopsticks, all of them looked like they were on guard, and their eyes looked at the long sword in her hand, as if as long as she moved, these people were ready to smash all these things on her.

Realizing that his momentary recklessness was afraid that it would scare the people around him, Qu Qingran looked at the smiling and ill-intentioned Su Han with some annoyance, and he just looked up at her, and poured himself a drink there, looking like a chic and noble son, thinking that he also saw the point that she would not have a seizure with him on this occasion, so he had no fear and sat there without moving.

With a "poof", the sound of the blade returning to the sheath was crisp and loud, since it couldn't happen at this time, there was no need to continue to hold the shelf.

Qu Qingran neatly put away the Fengwu sword, she originally wanted to stay away from this man, but after thinking about it, it was obviously the restaurant she came to first, and the food she ordered was also what she wanted to eat, so why should she leave now?

So she wanted to turn around and go out for a moment, but she twisted her steps and sat back in her seat, Lonely Han didn't seem to expect that this time she actually swallowed this breath, and although the action of pouring wine paused, it quickly returned to normal.

Seeing that the men and women seemed to have extinguished the flames of war, the surrounding people slipped away along the wall and against the root of the wall, leaving a room full of empty tables with a lot of dishes on them, many of which had never touched chopsticks.

Qu Qingran looked around and patted her forehead, it was the first time she had done such a disturbing thing, I have to say that her heart was very empty, and she was still drunk and forgot about the cold, and the fire she had just suppressed burned again.

"You're still drinking!"

She slapped the table suddenly, but this time she learned to be obedient, and she didn't use any internal strength, just a random slap, but she still slapped the pear wood table so loudly that the shopkeeper shrank into the counter.

Damn! Where's the strong woman?! O(╥﹏╥)o

Lonely Han glanced at her and asked, "I drank my own wine, what's in your way?" ”

As he spoke, he lifted the flask, and the transparent wine poured out, and the crisp aroma of wine permeated the tip of his nose. Qu Qingran was only angry just now, so he didn't notice it, but now that his mind was relaxed, he was immediately attracted by this crisp aroma of wine.

"What are you drinking?"

It's not that she can't smell it, but she always doesn't dare to confirm the answer in her heart.

"Drink it yourself, and ask me what I do?"

Lonely Shuhan didn't talk nonsense, he simply took a small wine glass, poured it for eight points, and pushed it to Qu Qingran.

Qu Qingran looked at the small wine glass that was pushed in front of him, looked at the crisp wine, smelled the lush aroma of wine, and couldn't help but feel hot under his eyes, as if some warm current was about to slip down from the corners of his eyes.

She raised her head suddenly, blinking a pair of moist almond eyes, as if as long as she did this, the tears would not burst out, but she still overestimated her endurance, feeling the more and more hazy water in front of her, she couldn't help but close her eyes, and the rolling tears slipped down the corners of her eyes, "ticking", and fell right into the wine glass in front of her.

Lonely Shu Han looked at her crying, his heart twitched and tightened, and the sour jealousy slowly gnawed at his heart, making him panic.

If Xu Qingrang hadn't been involved, this woman would have been able to ignore him all the time, as if he was a tree, a piece of grass, not worth mentioning; But once Xu Qingrang is involved, although she will ignore him and quarrel with him, she will continue to cry for that man.

He didn't know if what he was doing was right or wrong, now he only knew that he was very uncomfortable in his heart, but he still had to pretend to be indifferent, and for the first time, he was glad that his flesh and blood were so weak that he would not pinch the wine glass in his hand because he couldn't control his internal force.

"If you don't drink it, I'll drink it."

Watching her tears fall into the wine glass, Lonely Han was distraught and took away the glass that was pushed in front of her, and as soon as she picked it up, she was snatched back by Qu Qingran, who came back to her senses at some point, and drank it all with her head up.

Lonely Shuhan looked up at her movements, and the ghost asked in a hurry, "How does it taste?" ”

“…… It's hard to drink. ”

Qu Qingran looked down at the empty cup, and there was a bit of coquettishness in his tone.

"This is not the autumn dew white that Qing Rang likes, Qiu Lubai is not this taste, it is so inauthentic, and they are embarrassed to sell it!"

With that, she slammed the empty glass in her hand onto the table, shaking the flask on the table and shaking slightly.

The shopkeeper on the side is about to bite the handkerchief, obviously you added ingredients to the wine yourself, what does it mean to throw the pot on the heads of these little people?!