"No..." Mo Ghost didn't want to drink, but seeing the eagerness on Xiaobai's face, he motioned to the proprietress to put it on the table, "Thank you." ”

"Thank you, in this winter, you just want to drink, drink two sips, your body is warm and comfortable!" The proprietress carefully put the wine jar on the table, took out the wine cup next to it, and poured a glass for her.

But before this wine was delivered to Mo Ghost's hands, it was snatched by the little fox, his nose moved, and his tongue stretched out and licked it.

"Hey, this..." The proprietress couldn't tell what kind of demon beast this was, but her spiritual intelligence was quite high, but she couldn't just snatch the wine, she made it, it was very precious, "Daoyou, you spirit beast..."

"Let it be. Mo Ghost said casually.

"Huh?" the proprietress's smile stiffened for a moment, but quickly recovered, "There are not many monks like you who are so good at spirit beasts, come on, come on, I'll refill you with another cup, it's freezing this day." ”

Mo Ghost lowered his head slightly, and the hands of the proprietress just appeared in his sight, and he handed over a wine glass, the wine in it was transparent, and half a glass was stored.

"Just dug out from the outside, with air conditioning, this kind of wine is the most mellow, Daoyou hurry up and taste it," the proprietress handed the wine over, with a smile on her face, "If you think it's good, help us promote it when you go out." ”

"Oh?" Mo Ghost frowned slightly, reached out and took the wine glass, put it to his mouth, glanced at the proprietress with his eyes, and suddenly put the wine glass down again and raised his head.

"Fellow Daoists... Is there anything else you need?" the proprietress looked at her eyes and retreated, and for no reason she panicked in her heart, she stood up straight, her fingers grasping the corner of the table, "You say it, I will do it if I can do it." ”

"No need, let's drink it when the food comes up, thank you," Mo Ghost retracted his eyes and looked at Xiaobai, who was drinking.

"Lady, give us two altars too!" shouted a monk at a table in the inn.

"Well, right away," the proprietress breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she hadn't noticed anything, and shouted at the monks outside, "Then I'll go back first, fellow Daoist wait." ”

Mo Ghost nodded and did not speak.

Seeing this, the proprietress turned to look at the monks in the hall, "Who wants wine?"

"This table!"

The monk in the corner clapped his hands, attracting the attention of the proprietress who had come over, and the monks in the hall were attracted and asked for a pot of wine.

"Oh, okay, okay," the proprietress waved her hand, and the messy hall suddenly fell silent, "Seeing that you guys are so popular, I'll give each table a pot today, and if you think it's good, come over again!"

"Oh, the boss lady is atmospheric!"

The monks sitting in the hall cheered and clapped their hands, and the atmosphere in the shop was suddenly at an unprecedented height.

"Okay, you wait, I'll go to the back kitchen to get you wine, give me some peace, don't overturn my shop!"

The proprietress lifted the curtain, and before going back, she glanced at the location where Mo Ghost was located, and saw that she pointed her fingers on the table, as if she was waiting for food, and did not stop the spirit beast from drinking, so she relaxed a little.

"Sent over?" A thin monk came out of the back kitchen, with long thief eyebrows and rat eyes, and standing with the proprietress with upright eyebrows looked extremely inconsistent, but his cultivation was not low, there was a late stage of foundation building, not counting Mo ghosts, and he was the highest cultivator here.

"Well," the proprietress looked back through the gap in the curtain, and the nun was still sitting there, "but I always feel panicked, or else this time I won't do it?"

"What are you doing?" the male cultivator frowned when he heard her say this, and opened the curtain to take a look, "I don't think she looked like she had found something, why didn't she do it?" He re-laid the curtain and pulled the proprietress to the back.

"No, I always felt as if she had discovered something," the proprietress looked a little hesitant.

"Why do you think so?" the male cultivator took her to a tree, without tools, digging the soil with his bare hands, and the buried wine jar gradually appeared from inside, "You see that she didn't stop the spirit beast from drinking, nor did she demolish you, what are you afraid of?"

"Do your own calculations, have we met a big head this winter? Finally, a decent-looking monk came, how can there be a reason to let go?" The male cultivator brought out the wine jar by jar and washed the soil on it.

"Have you mastered the dosage? Don't anything happen. The proprietress was finally convinced, staring nervously at the jar in his hand.

"Don't worry, I don't do anything that damages yin morality like murder, we just ask for money," the male cultivator put the wine in the tray, "It's not once or twice, the hands are already ripe, drink the wine, turn back and dream, and promise not to remember anything when you wake up." ”

"Send it to me," the proprietress took the tray, "I hope everything goes well." ”

"I think you're just overthinking, what's there to worry about. The male cultivator handed her the tray and said nonchalantly, "Hurry up and send it out, wait for two or three hours to fall into the night, and it's time for us to act!"

The proprietress didn't speak, sorted out her expression, and went to the hall with a few jars of wine, "Everyone, the wine is here!"

"I want it too!" Hearing this, Xiaobai jumped on the table and raised his two paws.

Mo Ghost picked it up, turned around, and met its eyes, which were full of confusion, and his eyes were wandering, obviously he had drunk a lot, but at least he was still awake.

"This fellow Daoist..." The proprietress sent the wine for a while, and finally came to this table, and saw that the wine pot had bottomed out, and the spirit beast was not lightly drunk, but the female cultivator was still sober, and the wine in the wine cup in front of her did not move at all, and her heart sank, "But you still need to add a pot?"

"Do you still want it?" Mo Ghost put Xiaobai down and knocked on its head.

"I want to!" Xiaobai sat down and leaned directly on the wine cup, "I can still drink..." It stretched out its claws, "Huh, why do I have so many claws?"

"Our wine is indeed strong, but it's actually okay for monks, maybe your demon beast is too weak, that's why you're so drunk. The proprietress seemed to have inadvertently placed another new jug of wine on the table.

"It's fine, let it sleep for a while. Mo Ghost looked at the pot of wine and didn't say anything.

"Then I'll go serve you food, and I should do the same," the proprietress saw this, put away the tray and walked back, glanced at the lobby, and saw that all the monks had begun to drink, and relaxed a little.

"I said, lady, why did you serve her wine?" shouted the sharp-eyed monk when he noticed that there was another jar of wine at the table.

"People ordered, if you order, I'll serve you wine!" The proprietress glared at him, the monk was also a frequent visitor to the neighborhood, and his mind was not very bright, but asking this question relieved her, and there was no need to say any more reasons for drinking.

The monk glanced at the Mo ghost who was sitting straight, smashed it, smashed it, and didn't speak, what about the Zhuji monk, he couldn't beat it.

The proprietress ignored him after speaking, and went back to the back kitchen directly.

The male cultivator greeted her and looked at her face, "What's the matter, her face is so ugly, what did she find?"

"I didn't find it, but she didn't look like she liked to drink, and the glass she poured was still on the table," the proprietress looked a little worried, "If she doesn't drink, won't our plan be in vain?"

They only robbed one person at a time, and gave wine to the other monks to make them sleep, but what if the protagonist didn't drink it this time?

"It won't be in vain," the male cultivator stood there, his eyes rolled, and he hurriedly walked to the back kitchen, lifted a pot-like magic vessel, which was boiled by the kraken in the unnamed sea, he took out a packet of white powder from the storage bag, and with a wave of his hand, it fell down with a wave of his hand.

"What are you doing? Didn't you say that if you put it right here, it will smell slight?" the proprietress tried to stop it, but when she took his hand, it was too late.

"The taste is very light, unlike those of us who deal with the kitchen all day, we won't find out," the male cultivator slammed the soup made of the demon beast into the small pot, "If you don't do this, what if she really doesn't drink?"

"And what did she find?" the proprietress pressed the little pot.

"Even if she senses that the taste is wrong, as long as she doesn't recognize what she added, we can argue with it, just say something else and apologize, anyway, this thing only puts the monk to sleep, and it doesn't hurt the body. The nun pushed her hand away.

The proprietress wanted to say something more, but the male cultivator put the small pot in her hand, "Anyway, there is only this pot of soup, and the ingredients have been added, so it's too late to make it." ”

"You..." The nun was a little depressed, but what he said was reasonable, and he still held it in his hand.

"Okay, okay, go quickly, you believe me, nothing will happen," the male cultivator pushed her shoulders and walked out, "Our principle is indeed not to kill, but if you are in a hurry, it doesn't hurt to do it, and she is only in the early stage of building the foundation." ”

"This kind of thing is enough to be unsightly, if you kill again, your luck will be affected. The proprietress muttered.

The nun ignored her and pushed her to the hall.

"This fellow Daoist, your dish has arrived, the small shop is simple, and only this one can still be used," the proprietress lifted the curtain, with a smile on her face forever, put the small pot directly on the table in front of Mo Ghost, lifted the lid, and in an instant, the entire hall was filled with aroma.

"Boss, this boss's skills have improved a lot!" The monks in the hall who smelled the fragrance poked their heads out.

"What's the matter, it's the same as before, you guys also give me a cheer and let me earn more spirit stones," the proprietress replied while serving a bowl of soup for Mo Ghost and Ghost, and also brought demon beast meat, the whole was milky white, which was particularly attractive.

"Thank you," Mo Ghost took it and was about to taste it, but Xiaobai ran over at this time and plunged into the bowl.

"It's okay, I'll serve you another bowl," the proprietress looked at the spirit beast, only felt scared, and quickly took out another bowl, "Come on, come on, taste it, if you think it's good, I hope that Daoyou can promote it for us." ”

Mo Ghost took a spoon, scooped out a spoonful, put it under his nose and sniffed it.

"Why is there a strange smell in this soup?" the little fox licked his nose as if he was awake.

When the proprietress heard this, her heart jumped.

"Really?" Mo Ghost smirked, the little fox seemed stupid, "What a strange taste," she said, and brought the soup from the spoon directly to her mouth, "No, it tastes quite delicious." ”

"It's good if you like it," the proprietress breathed a sigh of relief.

"You go and get busy, I don't need people here for the time being," Mo Ghost said, and sent another bite in, this time with demon beast meat.

"Okay, you need to call me. When the proprietress saw her drink, she also relieved herself and retreated to the counter.

The moment she turned around, Mo Ghost pretended to wipe her mouth inadvertently, gently scooped the soup with a spoon, and looked at the fragrance that Xiaobai was eating, "Didn't you say that this tastes very strange?

"It's a little weird, but it doesn't prevent it from being delicious!" Xiaobai wiped his mouth, "I still want to eat!"

"Okay," Mo Ghost raised his eyebrows, adding some demon beast meat to its bowl, "I'll give you enough to eat, maybe you won't be able to eat it a second time." ”

"How could it be, if you just brought me over again!" Xiaobai said without thinking.

"I can bring you here, but the store here may not be available..." Mo Ghost said softly, picking up the wine cup in front of her, she could even feel that someone had been staring at it behind the curtain in the back kitchen.

"What did you say?" Xiao Bai took the time to raise his head, and the corners of his mouth were stained with soup.

"It's nothing," Mo Ghost chuckled, and drank the wine down, the empty wine cup hit the table with a crisp sound, and the wine jug that Xiao Bai drank was shaken, and the lid was slightly misplaced.

"Xiao Hei, do you want to eat?" Xiao Bai, who was eating Zhengxiang, finally remembered Xiao Hei and took the time to expose his face from the bowl.

Mo Ghost straightened the lid of the pot, and when he heard this, he looked at Xiao Hei, who was quietly staying at the table.

Xiao Hei shrank to the side, a little farther away from Xiao Bai, and looked at the wine and demon beast soup on the table with disgust, this taste is very strange, I don't understand how it can eat so happily, ghosts don't eat it!

It bit at Mo Ghost's sleeve and let her hand out of the cup.

"Don't worry, I don't drink much," Mo Ghost patted its head, three cups should be enough to reassure people, right? or... Drink a little more?

The proprietress counted the wine she had drunk, glanced at the sky, and quietly retreated back to the back kitchen.

"I'll just say no problem, you still don't believe it," the male cultivator had obviously seen Mo Ghost just now, leaning back on a wooden chair at this time, almost lying flat there.

"Then you should also see that her spirit beast has discovered that the taste is wrong, if it weren't for being too greedy, we would definitely be discovered," the proprietress glanced at him angrily, what is there to be proud of.

"Didn't you find it in the end?" the male cultivator crossed his arms and looked leisurely, "Anyway, she has already eaten, so she is waiting for the night to act." ”

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