Master, please don’t bring Feng Aotian back again!

Seeing that Her Royal Highness the Princess had not responded yet.

The assassin looked up subconsciously.

But Shangguan Jin's eyes were closed, and his face, which was rosy just now, was now pale. His steps were unsteady and it seemed that he might fall at any time.

She hurried forward to support him, and the girl's body softened after getting support, and she leaned on the dead man.

A long time.

Shangguan Jin finally recovered and forced himself to stand up.

"I...I'm fine..."

The assassin still wanted to speak.

But Shangguan Jin snatched the poison from his hand.

She threw it on the ground and crushed it.

"Don't bring these things to see me in the future."

The warriors fought for him one after another.

How could she punish these people just because of her concern?

"Yes."

The assassin nodded solemnly upon learning that he had escaped danger.

Her Royal Highness the Princess has always been different from her royal brothers who treat life as dirt.

"After Chang Ming passed away, who took his place?"

Such a large piece of land.

The underlying foundation cannot be discarded at will.

Making the best use of everything is a path that people and even major sects must choose if they want to develop.

The assassin just shook his head awkwardly.

"This... subordinate doesn't know."

Shangguan Jin widened his eyes in confusion.

"The sharp edge of Changming was too obvious. At that time, there were even countless sword lights shooting into the sky. According to rumors, all the climbers paid the price of their lives for this encirclement and suppression."

"Plus, a large number of elders have suddenly disappeared. The hundreds of immortal sects are now in turmoil."

The more I listen to the reports from the death squads.

The more Shangguan Jin thought about it, the more thrilling this encirclement and suppression became.

From my father to my grandfather, almost five generations have tried their best to weaken the influence of the Immortal Sect.

The response has been mediocre.

As a result, Changming's sudden death directly surpassed the progress of five generations.

such a result.

As a member of the royal clan, Shangguan Jin should be happy.

But she couldn't dispel the haze in her heart.

In Shangguan Jin’s plan.

The young man in blue shirt could have played more roles.

It can even become...

All of this ended with the natural disaster.

"Your Highness, I think this is an opportunity..."

The assassin gave a moderate reminder.

The immortal sect is in turmoil.

This is when the royal family intervenes.

As long as we can clear away the haze that has been lingering in the hearts of the Shangguan royal family for many years in one fell swoop.

The position of the crown prince, which has been lingering for a long time, will definitely be settled.

"Please everyone work harder these days."

Shangguan Jin nodded slightly.

The assassin bowed, then disappeared without a trace.

The princess was left alone, looking up at the sky with a complicated expression, murmuring:

"Lin Li, Lin Li, you really gave me a great gift."

……

"Waiter, is this wine bad? It doesn't smell like alcohol, but it smells like fruit."

Outside the old and dilapidated inn.

Chu Jiangli looked at the bowl of wine in front of him and shouted in dissatisfaction.

These days she travels all over the South.

I tried almost all the drinks.

Only this store dares to use fruit juice to make up for the shortcomings.

The waiter with a towel on his shoulder came running over, smiling at Chu Jiangli while handing him the handwritten menu:

"Please look at the menu. This is the kind of drinks we have here. Please forgive me, sir."

"What kind of wine is fruit-first? It's so sweet and not tasty at all."

Chu Jiangli rolled his eyes and glanced at the menu:

Wow, this drink even has a name.

——Sunny beach.

"What is this?"

03. I said that there is no one in this world who shares your same bad taste

"so."

"I just pour these three kinds of wine here, add orange juice, ice cubes, and crack a raw egg into it."

“And then it kept shaking.”

"Is this all I can get a glass of wine?"

Look at the orange-yellow drink served in a transparent cup, with foam three fingers high.

General Chu was puzzled.

What kind of drinking technique is this?

What kind of good person would add eggs, and egg whites at that, to his drinking water?

No wonder there is no smell of alcohol at all.

"That's what our shopkeeper said."

The waiter smiled and nodded.

"There are only two of us here, let's talk about what's really in our hearts. Is there something wrong with your boss?"

Chu Jiangli pointed to his head.

Don’t drink good wine directly.

Why spend so much effort?

What a waste of stuff, and it tastes weird when you drink it.

It’s not that it doesn’t taste good, it’s just that the wine doesn’t taste like alcohol…

This is so strange.

"I do not know either."

The waiter shook his shoulders helplessly.

Suddenly, there was a shout from the door of the inn.

"Another guest called me. Sir, please take a look around here. I'll go get busy first."

With that said, he turned around and ran away.

"Hey, you better call the shopkeeper over here! I want my money back!"

Chu Jiangli hadn't finished speaking yet.

The man disappeared.

The speed was so fast that Chu Jiangli had reason to suspect that this guy was just bluffing him.

In other words, this glass of wine uses quite a lot of ingredients, including three kinds of wine, juice and eggs, and it only costs three cents, which is considered to be great value for money.

Otherwise, General Chu would demand a refund.

For an old alcoholic like her, mixing it with fruit juice is just a way to make up the difference.

"I thought Lin Li was a special case, but I didn't expect there are people in this world who share his same affinities."

Look at these strange and wonderful utensils.

Chu Jiangli clicked his tongue.

Ordinary people drink from big bowls and pour the drink on the ground after drinking.

But here we insist on using glass as cups.

Over the years, Chu Jiangli has only seen Lin Li do this.

"If he were still here, he might be quite happy."

Look at those pieces of glass hanging upside down in the air.

Chu Jiangli touched it lightly with his hand, and a series of crisp tinkling and clanging sounds were heard.

Crisp and high-pitched.

As a casual cultivator in the Mahayana stage, he is fully aware of the dangers of thunder tribulations.

Since Lin Li has chosen to risk his life, the result of this risky move will most likely be the annihilation of the entire army.

A woman who is used to seeing all sorts of romantic affairs does not hold optimistic hopes.

So she accepted this reality.

I numbed myself with regret and alcohol for nearly half a month.

The boy she had watched grow up.

Finally grown up.

But it also dissipated.

But what he left behind is still there.

Changming's disciples also had to retreat to the south of the Yangtze River, thus avoiding the catastrophic disaster.

These back-up plans left behind a spark of hope.

"But if he quits, maybe he won't be called Lin Li anymore."

Chu Jiangli sighed and was about to leave this unique restaurant inn.

As a result, he just left.

A very strong aroma of wine suddenly came towards me.

The aroma was so pungent that even a drunkard like Chu Jiangli had never experienced it before.