I was about to open it and drink it, but I was stopped by Bing Ruohan,

"Drinking alcohol affects the mind, do not overdo it, do not miss the right karma, do not use it as an excuse, do not discriminate the occasion, do not ......"

Before he finished speaking, Jiumu picked up the wine jar and drank it, "How can there be so much, don't worry, I, Jiumu Yunxiang, is known as a thousand cups and is not drunk, this little wine will not affect anything." After speaking, he lifted the wine jar and took a few sips, so it was a good dripping.

I didn't forget to stick out my tongue and lick the corners of my mouth, and rolled the accidentally left drop of wine into my mouth.

"Eight hundred years of cherry blossoms are drunk, mellow and fruitful, the entrance is long, and it is really of the highest quality, Uncle Xiaoshi, do you want to take a bite too?"

Bing Ruohan's face was serious, but there were too many distractions with her, but unexpectedly, she actually took advantage of the topic to drink wine, and if she really gave her some color, she would be brilliant, and give her three points of paint, so she opened a dyeing workshop on the spot.

Throughout the ages, women's alcoholism has not been a system, not only does she not know how to restrain herself, but also blatantly sells alcohol money, which is really ridiculous, Bing Ruohan slanted the corners of her eyes, and said coldly, "I never drink." ”

Kugi raised an eyebrow, "You don't drink? And with that, "Men don't drink alcohol, they don't have manliness." ”

Men don't drink alcohol and don't have manhood?

Bing Ruohan was like someone poured cold water on his head, and even the dignity that he couldn't see was pinched and shattered, and his face sank, getting darker and darker.

And all this, Jiumu did not notice.

Then he remembered that day when he first entered the teacher's door, when he was turned away, he silently put the bottle of cherry blossom drunk at his bamboo door, since he didn't drink, wouldn't it be a pity to give it to him, Jiumu asked the whereabouts of the bottle of wine by the way, "Uncle Xiao, you don't drink, then, that day, I gave you the cherry blossom drunk, how did you deal with it?"

Bing Ruohan's face was slightly rippling, and under her such careless, heartless, unruly and unorthodox behavior, she became more and more indifferent, and said coldly, "Throw it away." ”

"Thrown away?" Jiumu was slashed with a thunderbolt, undoubtedly like someone inadvertently stabbed in the corner of the heart, and the anger rushed to his head, "Do you know how hard that wine is? It was brewed by picking the freshest stamens that had just bloomed on the nine cherry blossom trees in Jiulin Buji Mountain every day before dawn, and I buried it for eight hundred years, and my uncle didn't drink it, so you threw it away......? Tyrannical things. ”

Bing Ruohan let her drink and spill it, ignoring it.

"You..... You...... You person, let me tell you what is good. ”

Jiumu pointed at Bing Ruohan with the strength of the wine, and he had long forgotten what kind of uncle was sitting next to him.

Xu was drunk too much just now, and learned that the eight hundred years of cherry blossom drunk was thrown away by him like this, it was inevitable to be in a hurry, this urgency, his head was dizzy for a while, and Jiumu Yunxiang, who had always thought that he could not pour a thousand cups, was stimulated by this strong wine at this moment, his body lost his center of gravity, leaned forward slightly, and saw Bing Ruohan's double image in a trance, two and three were cold and ruthless faces.

She shook her head, raised her arm to support her disobedient head, and fell to the cold white-clothed young man for a while.

"That's it, that's it, if you throw it away, if you blame it, the cherry blossoms won't come back if you get drunk. ”

"You're a person, you're too uninteresting, you're obviously a handsome young man, but you make yourself look like an old man, young and old, young and old, ......"

"You talk about you, and you hate me like that? Don't you just scold you for being a thief? You scolded me first, and I scolded you back......

"I almost had my head cut off by your Dongliu sword, but fortunately, my Jiumu Yunxiang has a big life. ”

"Now that I have entered the sect and called you uncle, you can't ignore me. ”

"Also, you're too boring and boring, you can't talk to me more every day?"

"That's right, you obviously hate me. ”

His expression was sad for a moment, and then he suddenly asked again,

"Uncle Xiao, tell me, why do you hate me?"

Misty eyes stared straight at Bing Ruohan, innocently waiting for his answer like a child.

Bing Ruohan looked at her, hating iron but not steel, shook his head slightly, and admonished, "You drank too much." And when he had finished speaking, he forsook her.

Jiu Mu grabbed his sleeve and made him tremble, and asked after him, "Don't go, you haven't told me yet, why do you hate me? ”

In an instant, the scent of cherry blossoms quietly spread through the strength of the wine.

Bing Ruohan looked at her pink face stained by wine, with an irresistible desire in his eyes, his cold eyes slowly calmed down, and then flickered a few times, the tips of his eyebrows moved slightly, and his face was still unfazed,

"I don't hate you. ”

"What you said is true?" Jiu Mu leaned forward happily, but he deliberately stepped back, still looking indifferent, but a crimson crimson crept up at the base of his ear......

Jiumu suddenly remembered that the senior brother had said to himself that the little uncle had a problem with his ears, but he didn't say anything clearly, Jiumu stepped forward, took a closer look, and muttered, "The pinna is distinct, ruddy, and there is nothing wrong." ”

The hot breath after drinking breathed slightly in Bing Ruohan's ears, and Bing Ruohan's excited nerves instantly tightened, flashed back, and pushed her away, "What are you doing, stay away from me." ”

Jiumu was pushed to the ground and said aggrievedly, "I just want to see your ears, why are you so nervous?"

Saying this, Bing Ruohan seemed to be even more angry, and suddenly shouted coldly, "Go and recite the rules! If you can't memorize them today, you won't be allowed to eat." ”

Jiumu was frightened by this sudden anger and woke up more than half of the wine, and then remembered that his uncle's house, when he scolded himself on weekdays, was also this blushing and thick-necked appearance, Uncle Xiao's house, it was really even more terrifying, good sweat did not eat the loss in front of him, Jiumu held the corner of the bookcase, slowly stood up, and waved his hand at Bing Ruohan, "Don't be angry, I'll carry it, I'll carry it for you." ”

Jiumu sat back in his place, picked up the door rules, and couldn't understand after thinking about it, how did he offend Uncle Xiao just now?

But I think left and right, and I can't figure it out no matter how I think about it.

That's it, that's it, he's a freak.

......

......

Left back and right back, this damn door rule, Leng is carried by himself in front of the village, behind not in the store.

Jiumu has been so neat that his soul is not possessed, if at this time, come to a savior, rescue himself from this private room, rescue this Zelan Xiaozhu, he must be grateful, grateful to Dade, grateful for the picture, anyway, how to report it.

Put your hands together and read silently in your heart.

As soon as this idea landed, I heard Wushuang's voice from outside the bamboo gate, "Uncle Xiao, Wushuang asks to see." ”

Wow, it worked.

Jiu Mu Li jumped up from the front of the bookcase, slammed the door rule on the table, and shouted happily, "Senior Brother Mortal is here." The words fell, and he waved his hand towards Bing Ruohan again, "Uncle Xiao, you sit still, I'll open the door for you." ”