Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

Directly let go of the divine consciousness, groping inch by inch, looking for the breath of Lin Wan and Lin Yu.

A moment later, Rong Shen and Cheng Xiu are walking in an alley. It's dark and the exit is bright.

As soon as she got out of the alley, she saw the tavern opposite the entrance of the alley.

"If that's true, wine is not afraid of deep alley!" Rong Shen suddenly laughed and walked over.

When Cheng Xiu heard what she said, he immediately understood why she came here in a hurry.

"I thought you were here to find someone." Cheng Xiumei's heart beat, but he said.

Rong Shen had already stepped into the tavern and asked, "shopkeeper, what kind of wine are you selling? Why is it so fragrant? "

She has drunk a lot of wine, including the wine of heaven, the wine of ghost, and even the wine of demon and demon. She seldom meets the wine that can arouse her interest.

Especially in this small town, I ran into such a pub by accident.

Rong Shen seems to have completely forgotten the matter of finding people.

At this time, it's just the time for dinner. The business in the tavern should be good.

But when Rong Shen came in, he found that the tavern was empty, except for the shopkeeper who was playing with the abacus behind the counter.

She picked her eyebrow slightly, and soon her expression stopped.

"I only sell one kind of fruit wine here. It's made at home. It's the only one." The shopkeeper was sighing. When he saw the guests coming, he immediately welcomed them with a smile.

"Deep, you can't drink." Cheng Xiu came in and said softly.

"Fruit wine is not intoxicating." Rong Shen took it for granted.

The shopkeeper on one side also said with a smile: "this young master is right. My fruit wine is not intoxicating. All the people in this street like to have a drink when they have nothing to do!"

"Shopkeeper, you've got to have a basis to blow, too..." Cheng Xiu said in a deep voice. He glanced at the cold tavern. The meaning was self-evident.

What's more, he didn't let Rong Shen drink, not because he was worried about Rong Shen getting drunk, but because the tavern was strange. If something was added to the wine, it would be impossible to prevent.

Even if Rong Shen is not an ordinary ghost, Cheng Xiu still doesn't want her to be disgusted by those things.

The shopkeeper's face flashed with gloom, but soon he forced a smile and said: "it's good to drink, drunk or not, whether I have boasted or not, you two will know if you have tasted it."

He said, has turned to the counter behind a pot of wine and two cups over.

Rong Shen is very happy. He walks to the table and sits down. Seeing Cheng Xiu standing still, he frowns and shouts, "Cheng Xiu."

Cheng Xiu a pair of her eyes, to the mouth to dissuade words can't say.

He sighed, raised his foot and walked over, and said, "only one drink."

"Good." Rong Shen said with a smile, "try one first, and drink more if you don't get drunk."

She stretched out a few fingers to shake in front of Cheng Xiumian. She didn't seem to be indifferent to many things. On the contrary, she was like a child bargaining with others for more sugar.

Cheng Xiu's heart suddenly softened, her eyes fell on her scaly white fingertips and closed her mouth.

In fact, he wants to see Rong Shen when he is drunk. In fact, he has seen him once in his memory. At that time, Rong Shen seems to be drunk but not drunk. When he glances at him, Cheng Xiu's heart softens into a pool of water. He wishes he could sacrifice all his heart and soul to her.

It's just selfish.