The Zhujia Winery in the west of Yingdu City has 73 cellars of spirits, which is famous throughout the Chu State. www.biquge.info The autumn wine is not the most valuable wine in it, nor is it a precious wine, but it definitely belongs to the strongest wine.

In the late autumn when it is slightly cool, the farmer warms two pots of mellow wine in the hot water, the wine is rich and clear, and half of the mouth is poured. It's like the grasshopper in the field after autumn, drunk and don't know the way back, if not, the autumn ant wine would not be a household name.

It's just that although it is autumn now, the weather is still a little stuffy, and half a mouthful of liquor is in the stomach, Ermao's cheeks are a little unnaturally red, but his eyes are getting brighter. He handed the mellow wine jug in his hand to Chu Feng, and said a little drunkly: "Brother Feng, come on, this is an authentic Chengxi Autumn Ant Wine, and it is very refreshing to drink half of it." ”

Chu Feng swallowed the corners of his lips that were a little dry, looked at the wine jug handed over by Ermao, hesitated for a long time and shook his head resolutely and said, "You hurry up and put it away for me, I won't drink, not only I won't drink, but you are not allowed to drink it for me,

Ermao looked at Chu Feng's resolute eyes, put away the wine jug unwillingly, and muttered in a low voice: "There is no one now, it's not okay to drink two sips of wine!"

"What kind of place do you think this is?The back garden of the Bachelor's Mansion?Or the Qufeng Tower facing the river in the east?" Chu Feng looked at Ermao who was full of indifference in front of him, his heart was angry, his eyebrows were upside down, and he shouted: "Come back to me, where do you want to go?"

"Drink too much, let go!" Ermao threw the wine jug on the ground, and walked directly into the depths of the dense forest without knowing his head.

Chu Feng looked at his back, and said with some hatred: "Just like this, you still want to get rid of slavery?"

"Next life!"

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"Hmph, I only let you go everywhere when I treat you as a big brother, can I really think that I am a big brother?"

"Don't be ashamed of your face, you're a ****, what to pretend!"

"It's not just a ****, it's still a motherless ****, if it weren't for my mother, I would have starved to death in the bachelor's mansion. What kind of big brother are you pretending to be with me now? Without you, wouldn't it be possible that I can't do big things?"

Ermao's face was full of indignation, scolding and scolding through the deep ancient trees and dense forest, looking for a quiet corner where no one was around, and when he was about to untie his belt, he suddenly found that the grass in front of him had a strange light.

He frowned slightly, a little surprised in his heart, and the strength of the autumn ant wine suddenly came up, without the slightest hesitation, he directly held the steel knife in his hand, and slowly picked up the luxuriant branches.

"It's you!"

The object of Ermao's countless fantasies, in order to complete the task, he saw the picture scroll images countless times, just to be able to see those little ghosts earlier, so that he could slash the enemy and complete the task ordered by the young master of the bachelor's mansion, so that he could successfully get out of slavery and realize his dream from childhood to adulthood.

But when the enemy appeared in front of his eyes, Ermao suddenly realized how fragile and powerless he was, and his heart endured a strong tremble, although the two little ghosts in front of him were only twelve or thirteen years old, but they gave people the feeling that they were as cold as a sword.

A trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and his heart suddenly flashed with ruthlessness, and without the slightest hesitation, he raised the quaint steel knife he was holding tightly in his hand and slashed directly at the young man.

No one can know the trembling in Ermao's heart, life and death, wealth and wealth, and his future life is all on his own knife. Those eyes, which were obviously drunk and drunk, surged with infinite desire and vitality, turning into killing intent and pouring into this long knife.

Burst.

The illusion of light and shadow, the dazzling world in front of him, as if he saw his perfect life after this knife. Got rid of slavery, a beautiful woman, sitting on 10,000 acres of fertile land, and the elderly mother is no longer happy.

But when the desire retreats, it is the endless coldness and reality, the heat in Ermao's eyes is in the cold wind of the cold wind on his neck, and gradually retreats coldly, the blood can't stop spurting, and he can't say anything if he wants to shout loudly.

His consciousness had gradually blurred, and he could only look at the two hazy figures in front of him, slowly disappearing in front of his eyes.

He already knew that he was going to die, so he slowly closed his eyes, and whispered softly at the corner of his mouth: "Brother Feng, you must help me take care of my mother!"

Ermao did not get out of slavery until he died!

"This is the fifth, and there are many more. Xu Qingyun looked at Ermao, who had fallen to the ground, his eyes were a little dazed, he slowly put away the blood-stained Bai Yi sword in his hand, and said in a deep heart: "Although I always feel that what Fu Qinglime said is very right, anyone who wants to kill must be prepared to be killed, but I am still a little uncomfortable with killing people like now." ”

Ye Leng Leng raised the small hand in the wide sleeve, flicked his fingers slightly, and the cold ice directly froze all the corpses of the dead man in front of him, turning into fine ice and snow chips in an instant, without the slightest smell of blood.

"Although I hate Fu Lime very much, I have to say that she finally said something human. She put those cute little hands on her sleeves again, her little face was slightly stiffened, she looked very cute, but her voice was full of coldness: "For those who want to kill me, I don't care how rich and powerful you are born, and no matter how many eighty-year-old mothers and concubines you have, I hope you can be ready to be killed by me!"

"I don't deny the views of the two of you!" Xu Qingyun shrugged his shoulders a little helplessly, the blood stains on the Bai Yi Sword in his hand had automatically drained, this ancient sword that was taken out of the Sword Pavilion at the beginning, although it was not as good as Su Wen's peerless famous sword, but it was definitely the top of the class.

"If you don't deny it, it's the best approval!" Ye Leng coldly raised that beautiful and delicate little face, his eyes were crooked like the moon, only the smile that could be shown in front of Xu Qingyun, the charming dimples, looked very amazing and cute, and said with a smile: "This time we will definitely be able to worship Mr. Zilu as a teacher!"

Xu Qingyun looked at the urgency in her eyes, and asked with some frowns, "Why do you always want to worship Mr. Zilu as a teacher?"

"Qingyun, thank you. Ye Leng paused when she heard this, she looked at Xu Qingyun in front of her, and said with some gratitude: "I know that you don't necessarily have to worship Mr. Zilu as a teacher, and you saw my thoughts and tried to help me this morning." Seriously, if it weren't for your help, Mr. Zilu probably wouldn't have given us this chance. ”

Xu Qingyun shook his head when he heard the words and said: "We don't need to say anything thank you or not, I just want you to become stronger and stronger, and I don't want others to bully you!"

Ye Leng Leng lowered her eyes when she heard this, she didn't want Qingyun to see her already reddish eyes, she was silent for a long time to calm her mood, but when she dared to speak, the sound of swaying fine bamboo leaves sounded in the dense forest in the distance.

She suddenly raised her head, her gaze had already returned to coldness, and said lightly, "The six!" (To be continued.) )