Seeing that all the violinists fell to the ground one after another, even if he was sluggish, he could sense that something was wrong, Song Qinglan was glad in his heart that he didn't dare to make a mistake because his master didn't raise a glass before, and at the same time he was angry at the Canghai Gang's approach.

Mei Aoshuang looked at the glass of spiced wine in front of her, and the corners of her lips were slightly hooked.

With a "bang", Song Qinglan, who was very angry, swept away the wine glass in front of her, and said angrily: "As the leader of a gang, you actually used such despicable means. ”

As soon as Song Qinglan's words fell, suddenly his body was pulled, and a cold light flashed between the lightning and flint, which happened to cross the position he was standing before, and when he came back to his senses, the woman with the sword had already returned to the formation, and Song Qinglan was frightened, and he didn't dare to speak at the moment. And the person who pulled him up was the master Yuan Wenqing who was standing beside him.

"Oh, Mr. Song was really careless, how did he spill the wine. Come on, refill a glass for your guests. Ye Zhiqiu's appearance was not annoyed at all, and said leisurely.

Sharp-eyed, she saw this delicate young man raise the corners of his mouth, and the smile fell in her eyes, I don't know what it tasted like, that inconspicuous young man wasn't sarcastic about her, right?!

"Little brother, do you think you should have a drink?" she added, her eyes aggressive.

Seeing this, Jun Wuwu on the side said: "Brother Bai Xian is young and not good at drinking, so let's drink for my brother......

After speaking, he reached out and wanted to take away the wine glass in front of Mei Aoshuang, but before he could touch the wine glass, a pair of white little hands blocked his movements.

Jun Wuwu's eyebrows frowned slightly, and his eyes as black as stars looked at Mei Aoshuang.

But I heard Mei Aoshuang say: "Although I am not good at drinking, I can tell an interesting story to the Ye Gang Master to make amends, I don't know what the Ye Gang thinks?"

Ye Zhiqiu didn't want to hear Mei Aoshuang's story at all, but the young man didn't give her time to refuse at all, so he talked to himself.

The story is very short, but Mei Aoshuang told it very vividly, Jun Wuwu, Beichen Yi and others listened to her narration, their eyes lit up, and they fell into contemplation.

However, Ye Zhiqiu's face changed drastically, and the more he listened, the more frightened he became!

When Mei Aoshuang talked about the warships that were connected with big chains and planks, after being attacked by fire, because the ships were connected to each other, they could not disperse for a while, and the wind was strong at that time, the fire quickly spread and burned all the ships, at this time Ye Zhiqiu could no longer continue to calm down.

Mei Aoshuang raised her good-looking eyebrows, looked at Ye Zhiqiu with eyes as bright as autumn water, and there was a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Gang Leader Ye, this story of mine is called - Burning the Serial Boat, I wonder what Gang Leader Ye thinks of me?"

Not bad......

The reason why Mei Aoshuang remembered this story was because when everyone was amazed by this huge water village when the sky first rose, she was the only one who noticed the huge black iron chain connecting the hull of the ship, which was much harder than ordinary iron, and the bow and tail of the ship were connected by the black iron chain, which was naturally solid.

The two boats on the far left and the far right are connected to the stone wall behind them by black iron chains, so that these seven boats can be moored on the river all year round without moving. Because the chain itself is extremely hard, and after being fixed for many years, a layer of oxide, the so-called "rust", forms on the surface, which makes it even more difficult to separate the chain from the hull.

There was a saying among the ancient sailors, "Under the plank, there is hell." ”

is just a board apart, life and death, we can know the fragility of life, and the possibility of catastrophe anytime and anywhere.

Ye Zhiqiu knew this truth very well, so after listening to the allusion of "Burning the Serial Boat", her face was already like ashes, and Xiao Rong, who was standing beside her, was also shocked.

And that boy who should have been inconspicuous is now like a spotlight, attracting everyone's attention!

"Gang Master Ye, I don't know if my story is wonderful, can it be worth this glass of wine?" Mei Aoshuang said lightly with her hands behind her back.