Crazy Concubine is very sturdy

Chapter 126 Cold War, Progress (2)
This harmonious picture immediately blinded the Daqin God of War, his eagle-like sharp eyes shot at the two of them, and the air-conditioning "hissed" from the top of his head.

Dongfang Run could naturally feel such a bright hostile gaze.

Leng Xia could naturally feel such naked sour eyes.

The two turned their heads to look at the same time, their movements were in unison, and they had a perfect understanding!

The Daqin God of War blew up again, and he suppressed the sore and painful feeling in his heart with all his strength, but he didn't show it on his face, his back straightened, and he strode towards the two of them with big strides.

Dongfang Run stood up slowly, a gleam of light flashed across his vacant eyes, and then turned into a smile, and he arched his hands gracefully, and greeted in a clear voice: "Lord Lie, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I still look good."

Zhan Beilie's hawk eyes were like black ink, he nodded slightly, said in a cold voice, but also cupped his hands and replied: "Your Excellency, the Seventh Prince is busy with work, I think I forgot that we just met today."

The eyes of the two met, the undercurrent collided, and sparks flew everywhere!

Leng Xia watched coldly, Zhan Beilie, as the god of war in the Great Qin Dynasty, swept the world invincibly, and Dongfang Run in Dongchu also turned his hands into clouds and rain, these two strange men in this world looked at each other in the air , greetings and politeness, is to give respect to the strongest opponents of the Five Kingdoms.

The two greeted each other like old friends, and both sat down.

Dongfang Run's slender and jade-run hands held the jug, and filled it up for Zhan Beilie gracefully. There was no discomfort on his clear face, and he introduced: "The wine brewed in this tavern is clear and mellow, with a sweet aroma. The aftertaste is long, and it has a special taste."

Zhan Beilie's eyes were as deep as a bottomless ink pool. He narrowed his eyes slightly, picked up the wine glass, took a shallow sip, put it back on the table, and said in a calm tone with undisguised disapproval: "There is more than enough sweetness, but not enough stamina. Fighting on the battlefield, soldiers drinking heavily, this king is used to drinking strong wine, this kind of twists and turns is sweet and greasy, it will lose the true qualities of a husband."

Dongfang's silky eyes twitched, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, he retorted: "Although strong wine can make people feel a lot of arrogance, drinking too much makes them easy to get drunk, but it also makes people lose a lot of energy."

Zhan Beilie lightly bent his index finger, and tapped on the table. His profound handsome face showed no emotion, and he sighed with regret, "I almost forgot that the Seventh Prince has changed his taste recently. There are thousands of twists and turns, but unfortunately, this kind of inferior wine can never be served on the banquet."

The two of them were talking with each other. Leng Xia glanced at Zhan Beilie in surprise. This man has always been fierce and domineering, but he never thought that he would use every word to satirize people. Dongfang Run compared him with wine, and satirized him as the God of War in the Qin Dynasty. He's just a reckless man, showing off his bravery, his next sentence will be sarcasm, Dongfang Run's methods can't be put on the table.

She was thinking about it here, and it was interesting to watch.

On the other side, Dongfang Run chuckled a few times, filled up the wine glass that Zhan Beilie had taken a sip of again, and raised his glass as a gesture. Although he was laughing, the voice was extremely cold, and said lightly: "Wasn't King Lie like this? Let's drink together here."

Zhan Beilie knew that he was referring to the matter of Prince Beiyan, blaming the bandits, and using Beiyan's sword to kill people, but there was no embarrassment on his face, and he replied leisurely: "If you drink with someone, you have to drink." As for what kind of wine, the Seventh Prince is a guest, so I have no choice but to accompany the guest as I please."

each other!

He glanced at the filled wine glass, but didn't drink it. He just smiled coldly and treated him in the same way as he did.

Hearing the deep meaning in his words, Dongfang Run turned to look at the small courtyard of the tavern. At this time, there was a chicken and a duck croaking. Unfortunately, he didn't know what the other party was talking about. He drank the wine in his glass , sighed softly: "If the words are not speculative, sometimes it is a pleasure to drink by yourself."

"This king has resonated with the Seventh Prince..." Zhan Beilie raised his full wine glass, poured it on the ground, and said loudly: "Drinking is just a mood, and the taste in the wine is still the same. Secondly, if you can't meet a speculative drinking buddy, then even if it is unparalleled in the world, you still don't drink it."

After finishing speaking, he took Leng Xia who was watching the show leisurely with his chin in his arms, and strode out.

Dongfang Run's gentle voice came from behind with the wind: "King Lie talked about the unparalleled wine in the world. I once heard that there is a kind of wine that reaches Xuefeng in the north, Qionglin in the south, Yunhai in the east and In the Qilan desert, more than a hundred kinds of exotic flowers and fruits are collected, and they are brewed with five grains."

He paused, and continued with a smiling voice: "Run... I yearn for it."

Zhan Beilie held Leng Xia's waist without slowing down at all. He replied in a cold voice as he walked, "The Seventh Prince not only likes this sweet and greasy wine, but also yearns for the unparalleled wine in the world. Unfortunately, since the wine is unparalleled in the world, if you want to come If he had a soul, he wouldn't want to be compared with this kind of bad wine."

Leng Xia curled her lips, Dongfang Run was using wine as a metaphor for war, and the brewing material of this wine included the entire five countries. Five Kingdoms, he wants it!

And Zhan Beilie's counterattack was upright and eloquent, with Dongfang Run's despicable methods, are you worthy?
When the two left the tavern side by side, Dongfang Run looked back at the back of the two, poured himself another glass of wine, poured himself a drink, and murmured with a smile: "Interesting, interesting..."

Chang'an Avenue.

Leng Xia's shoulders were embraced by a big fiery hand, the palm was warm and powerful, and pressed tightly against his skin, but the person beside him felt cold all over his body.

The person beside him stopped suddenly, turned around, looked directly into hers with eagle eyes like ink, and asked in a low voice: "What kind of wine is this, it's delicious?"

This tone was a bit more sour than that of sour grapes. Leng Xia laughed, tilted her head to admire the green face of the Great Qin God of War, and jokingly replied: "It's not bad."

The blue green turned into emerald green directly, and Zhan Beilie gritted his back molars and grinded his teeth, growling furiously, "Who is Dongfang Run, you dare to go to such a remote place alone with him?"

Leng Xia curled her lips. Although she knew his worry, she didn't take it seriously. No one in this world who could kill her has yet been born!

(End of this chapter)