The girl imprisoned in the iron cage: lazy little beast concubine

Hey, since he came to the door by himself, why didn't he plan to get him completely drunk?

It would be much easier to escape by yourself that way.

After making up his mind, Luo Qingyu simply drank with him.

It takes only a cup of tea, and I have already drank more than a dozen cups. Looking at Feng Xiaoxun again, my heart skipped a beat. Feng Xiaoxun is still the same. He looks like he is half drunk, but he is not drunk. It seems that the more you drink, the more energetic you become.

He didn't talk much either, with a lazy smile on his lips, and he didn't blink until the glass was dry. [

Damn, this fellow is also a wine barrel, right? !

Luo Qingyu has a large capacity for alcohol, and after a dozen or so cups, she feels like she's nodding, but Feng Xiaoxun is still fine...

After drinking more than ten cups, Luo Qingyu secretly made a few cups, and poured the wine away while the wind was blowing.

Even so, she also felt head-heavy >

Looking at Feng Xiaoxun again, his face seemed to turn a little red again, his eyes were finally clouded, and he suddenly raised his glass: "Come, Fei'er, have another drink with foster father..."

His tongue was swollen from drinking, and his speech was a little blurry. He drank half of a glass of wine and spilled half of it...

"Crack!" With a sound, the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces.

His people also took advantage of the situation and lay down on Luo Qingyu's bed...

He's finally drunk!

Luo Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief, went up to look at him, and saw that his eyes were slightly closed, his long eyelashes were covered down, leaving a faint shadow under his eyelids, and his thin lips that were often smiling were slightly pursed , frowning slightly, looking a little unhappy.

As he fell asleep, he finally took off his evil and cold coat. At this moment, he looked a little like a child, an abandoned child——

Luo Qingyu's heart skipped a beat, and she didn't understand why she had such thoughts and metaphors.

This guy kills like mowing grass, he doesn't take it to heart at all, he doesn't even frown, he is a monster that makes people's faces change, why do you think he looks like a child?Or an abandoned child...

She shook her head, shaking away her absurd thoughts.

She stretched out her hand and pushed him: "Master Mojun, why did you get drunk after drinking so many cups? Get up and drink again."

What answered her was Feng Xiaoxun's slight snoring.

Well, this guy is not a bad drinker, and when he gets drunk, he sleeps with his head covered——

Not a drunken lunatic like everyone else...

Luo Qingyu finally let go of her heart, she glanced at him again, and a thought suddenly came to her mind. [

This guy has done a lot of evil, and he deserves to die.

Why didn't I kill him while he was asleep? !

Otherwise, when he wakes up and finds that he has escaped, I'm afraid he will come chasing after him again...

The knife is still outside. Although the blade is a bit curled when mowing grass, it is no problem to kill a lot of people.

Luo Qingyu is an actionist, since he thinks about it, he will take action immediately!

Soon, she fetched the knife, the blade was sharp, and it shone menacingly in the candlelight.

Holding the knife in her right hand, she glanced at Feng Xiaoxun. Feng Xiaoxun was lying on his back, his chest rose and fell slightly, and Luo Qingyu knew that there was a heart beating in his left chest...  Bleak 