Divine Doctor Poison Concubine is about to turn over

Chapter 602 Is She Pretending To Be Passionate? 2
"Little girl, I didn't lie to you. I really have money, I really do." The white-haired old man said hastily, for fear that Bei Mingwu would not believe him.

Bei Mingwu smiled slightly, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Are you sure you are rich?"

"There are some."

"Why don't you let me look for it on you, did you not find it yourself?" Bei Mingwu said seriously.

Originally, she wanted to get him drunk, but he didn't get drunk after drinking ten jars of gentleman's wine. Presumably, he would be fine after another ten jars.

Why don't you take the opportunity to check his body by going through his pockets.

"Impossible, all my pockets have been turned over, someone should have stolen my purse." The white-haired old man said with certainty, his face was full of anger.

"..." Bei Mingwu.

"Miss Beiming, don't trust him, he is a liar at all, cheating to drink."

"That's right, don't look at him as crazy, he is very good at cheating."

"..."

Listening to everyone's persuasion, Bei Mingwu couldn't laugh or cry, "Thank you for your kindness, I bought him a drink voluntarily."

puff……

Everyone around gasped, seeing that Bei Mingwu looked serious and didn't look like joking, so they didn't say anything more.

"Little girl, you are so kind. When I have money, I will definitely buy you a drink." The white-haired old man looked at Bei Mingwu sincerely and vowed.

"Shop er, let's make another ten altars of gentlemen's wine." Bei Mingwu yelled at the shop errand in the distance.

The waiter in the shop heard the sound and immediately went to get the wine.

When the white-haired old man heard that there was still wine to drink, he looked happy and thanked Bei Mingwu again and again.

After the ten altars of gentlemen brewed, the white-haired old man quickly eliminated all of them again.

Bei Mingwu looked confused.

This is Dionysus!
Even after drinking twenty altars of strong wine, he didn't get drunk at all.

"Old man, you can't drink any more today."

"Okay, okay, listen to you." The white-haired old man said a little embarrassed, after all, she asked him to drink twenty altars at once.

No one had ever been so generous to him.

This little girl is really interesting.

Bei Mingwu settled the bill immediately, and then walked outside together with the white-haired old man.

"Old man, can I help you see a doctor now?"

"See a doctor? I'm really not sick. I don't have any kind of sickness. Little girl, it's you who is sick. You are really sick." The white-haired old man shook his head and said.

Bei Mingwu stretched out his hand to rest his forehead, he seemed very disgusted that others said he was sick, and even said she was sick.

She is a doctor, no one knows better than her whether she is sick or not.

She is in good health now.

"In this case, we will..."

Before Bei Mingwu could finish her words, she felt a heavy murderous aura.

"Go quickly." She said anxiously to the white-haired old man.

"Go? Where are you going?" the white-haired old man asked with a blank expression.

Bei Mingwu wanted to cry but had no tears. How could she have forgotten that he was an old man with a slightly abnormal head.

"You go to the store, I'll find you later." Bei Mingwu smiled lightly.

"Oh." The white-haired old man frowned, then obediently walked towards the shop.

As soon as he left, a group of men in black with ghost masks surrounded the Beiming Dance Troupe.

"Qisha Pavilion, very good!" Bei Mingwu looked at the men in black around him, her red lips curled up in a cold and bloodthirsty arc.

She was worried that she didn't know where to find the people from Qisha Pavilion to settle the score, but they sent it to the door by themselves.

The people in Qisha Pavilion looked at Beimingwu, and then rushed towards Beimingwu holding the full moon scimitar in their hands.

In an instant, the surroundings were filled with murderous aura.

(End of this chapter)