Lu Qian looked out the window and thought: "This little devil is really annoying, he has entangled her, and there will be endless troubles." Xia'er asked me to take care of her, this person is a ghost elf, she has more than enough to take care of herself, and I don't have to worry about it at all. I still avoid it, out of sight is pure. ”

Just as I was thinking about this, I suddenly saw a person walking in the snow in the distance. In the middle of winter, this person was only wearing a yellow Ge cloth shirt, and he didn't seem to feel cold at all. After a while, he came closer, but saw that he was in his forties, with a large bright golden ring hanging from each ear, a lion nose and a wide mouth, and a rather fierce and strange appearance, obviously not a Middle-earth figure.

This person came to the door of the hotel, lifted the curtain and entered, saw Ming'er, was slightly stunned, and then his face was happy, and he wanted to speak, but he couldn't help it, so he sat down at a table.

Ming'er said, "There is wine and meat, why don't you eat it?" The man saw a table with empty seats covered with wine and food, and said, "Is it for me?" Thank you, junior sister. ”

As he spoke, he walked over and sat down, took out a gold-handled knife from his bosom, cut the beef, grabbed it with his hands and ate it, ate a few pieces of meat, drank a bowl of wine, and the amount of wine was not weak.

Lu Qianxin said: "It turns out that this person is the apprentice of the old monster of the Northern Stygian Sea. He didn't like the man's appearance and demeanor, but when he saw that he had a good amount of alcohol, he didn't really like it.

Ming'er saw that he had drunk a pot of wine, and said to the bartender, "Take these wines and give them to that master." As he spoke, he reached into the wine bowl in front of him, stirred it a few times, washed off the greasy gravy on his hands, and then pushed the wine bowl. The bartender thought to himself, "Can I still drink this wine?"

Seeing his hesitation, Ming'er didn't serve the wine bowl, and urged: "Take it quickly, people are waiting to drink." The bartender smiled and said, "Girl, you're here again, how can you still drink this bowl of wine?" Ming'er straightened his face and said: "Who said you can't drink it? Do you think my hands are dirty? So, you take a sip of wine, and I'll give you a silver ingot." As he spoke, he took out a small ingot, one or two weights, from his bosom and put it on the table. The bartender was overjoyed and said, "It's great to give you a tael of silver for a sip of wine." Don't say that the girl just washes her hands, even the footwashing water that washes her feet, and I drink it too. As he spoke, he picked up the bowl and took a big sip.

Unexpectedly, when the wine was entered, it was like a piece of red-hot iron burning his tongue, and the pain was unbearable, and the bartender said "wow", and the wine spurted out, only to make his feet jump wildly, and shouted: "My mother! Oh, my mother!" Lu Qian was also taken aback when he saw his expression, only to hear his voice becoming more and more blurred, and it was obvious that his tongue was swollen.

The shopkeeper of the hotel, the master, the fire-lighter, and the other bartenders all rushed over and asked, "What is the matter?" The bartender pulled his cheeks with both hands, could no longer speak, and stuck out his tongue, only to see that his tongue was swollen three times larger than usual, and his whole body was black. Lu Qian was shocked again: "That's poison." The devil's fingers had only been soaked in the wine for a while, and the bowl of wine was so poisonous. ”

When everyone saw the abnormality of the bartender's tongue, they were all frightened, and they shouted indiscriminately: "What poison did you touch?" "Did you chelate the scorpion?" "Oh, this is terrible, hurry, go and get a doctor!"

The bartender stretched out his hand and pointed at Ming'er, suddenly walked up to her, fell to his knees, and kowtowed. Ming'er smiled: "Oh, I can't afford this, what are you asking me for?"

The bartender raised his head, pointed to his tongue, and kept kowtowing. Ming'er smiled: "I want to treat you, don't you?" The bartender was sweating profusely in pain, and his two hands were scratching and pinching everywhere on his body, kowtowing and arching his hands.

Ming'er reached into her arms and took out a gold-handled knife, exactly the same as the knife held by the lion-nosed man, she grabbed the back of the bartender's neck with her left hand, and swung the golden knife in her right hand, snorting softly, cutting off a short section of the tip of his tongue. The spectators screamed loudly, only to see blood gushing from the severed tongue. The bartender was taken aback, but the blood flowed out, the poison was relieved, the pain on his tongue disappeared immediately, and in a moment the swelling subsided. Ming'er took out a vial from her arms, uncorked it, picked out some yellow medicine powder with her little fingernail and flicked it on the tip of his tongue, and the blood flow from the wound slowed down immediately.

The bartender was angry and didn't dare, Xie was unwilling, his expression was extremely embarrassed, and he only said, "You...... You ......" cut off a piece of his tongue, and naturally he couldn't speak clearly.

Ming'er took the small ingot of silver in his hand and said with a smile: "I said that if you take a sip of wine, you will give one or two pieces of silver, and you spit out this wine just now, that doesn't count, you drink it again." The bartender shook his hands and said vaguely, "I...... I don't want it, I don't drink it. Ming'er put the silver in her arms and said with a smile: "What did you just say? You seem to be saying, 'Do you want me to cut off your tongue?' I'm afraid that the girl doesn't have the ability to do this." 'Isn't it?'

At this time, you kowtow and beg to cut me, and I ask you: Does the girl have this ability?"

The bartender suddenly realized that the matter was all due to the wrong sentence he had just said, and he was so angry that he wanted to step forward and beat her hard, but when he saw a burly and majestic man sitting at each of the other two tables, he was obviously with her all the way, so he was timid again. Ming'er said again: "Do you want to drink?" The bartender said angrily: "Old ...... Lao Tzu doesn't ......" remembered to scold people casually, but he was afraid that he would want her again, so he was shocked and angry, and ran to the inner hall and never came out again.

The shopkeeper and others discussed one after another, glared at Ming'er angrily, returned to their original places, and changed to a bartender to greet the guests. When the bartender saw this scene, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to say a word.

Lu Qianda was annoyed: "That bartender just said a joke, and you will make him crippled for life, and he will never be able to speak clearly in the future." At a young age, he acts viciously and viciously. ”。

I only heard Ming'er say: "Bartender, send this bowl of wine to the master to drink." He gestured to the lion-nosed man. The bartender was shocked when he saw her reach out to the bowl of wine, and was even more frightened when she said that she was going to give it to someone to drink. Ming'er smiled: "Ah, yes, if you don't want to give wine to the guests, you must want to drink it, then it's okay, just drink it yourself." The bartender was so frightened that he hurriedly said, "No, no, villain...... The villain does not drink. Ming'er said, "Then you can take it quickly." The bartender said, "Yes, yes." Holding the wine bowl firmly in both hands, he trembled and moved to the lion-nosed man's table, lest he accidentally splash half a drop out, his hands trembled, and when the bottom of the wine bowl touched the table, there was a loud click.

The lion-nosed man took the bowl in both hands, stared intently, and looked at the wine in the bowl, about a foot from his mouth, and neither moved closer nor put it back on the table. Ming'er smiled and said, "Second senior brother, what's wrong? Little sister invited you to drink, don't you give face?"