Mischief Vampire Highness

Chapter 237 Dark Night Waltz: No Drinking
"Okay, I'm happy, let's drink." I knew that everyone would not allow me to drink, so I just begged these suspicious eyes in a low voice.

"Okay, drink beer." Yin Yuze, who has always been quiet, was the first to approve me, hehe... he still understands me.Yin Yuze took the red wine glass in my hand, and silently handed me a glass of beer, beer is beer.

"Please, don't look at me like that. I'm drunk. Believe it! Drunk people don't say they're drunk." In order to reassure everyone, I rolled my eyes at them. It's chronic. Grandpa's words are always in my heart. Tonight I will be drunk and sober.

The black sky is getting more and more gloomy, and the silver moon is only a vague shadow, but I can still see the round arc clearly. In this sea of ​​joyful people, I can feel a little A powerful force is surging, and several forces with hidden murderous intentions make me dare not take it lightly.

It turns out that what the old man said is correct, besides Meng Chike, who else...doesn't belong to this time and space, and that pink butterfly-like girl, how did she know that Meng Chike rejects the thing between my eyebrows, who is she? He was so close to Meng Chike.

I stared at the endless darkness with my eyes, and poured beer into my mouth cup after cup with vague thoughts.

I was still thinking about what the old man was doing on the other side of the Lost Forest, and someone snatched half of the wine glass that was sent to me. I subconsciously looked at the person who was standing next to me and snatched my wine glass.

It was Meng Chike, who looked up at him, and I reached out to get another glass as if nothing had happened. He sat down next to me and took the beer in my hand again.

"Why?" I asked him calmly, not bothering to look at his face, which reminds people of blood.

"Don't drink." He ordered me in a voice without a trace of warmth, and shook off the melon seeds in his hand, and I immediately became angry.

"Ah Xing, stop drinking, come here." Turning her head suddenly, Han Qing swallowed my words back with a skewer of grilled fish.

"If you don't drink it, don't drink it...Here, here." I squinted and handed the skewered meat that was still bubbling with oil to Meng Chike.

"It's too oily." Meng Chike looked suspiciously at the grilled fish I threw in front of him, as if he didn't like it.

"Just eat one piece." I asked him too much, and I couldn't help but want to get closer to him.

(End of this chapter)