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Chapter 41 Selling Wine

He was full of strength, Mao Mao let out a scream, was shot several meters away, gasped in pain, stumbled and ran behind Hua Li, hugged Hua Li's leg, and bared his teeth at Qian Yitong.

Hua Li was sweating for Mao Mao, cursing in his heart, he really is the big devil who kills without batting an eyelid, such a cute Mao Mao has the heart to strike, and he can't do anything reckless, if he is provoked, if he goes down with this sword, his head will probably be smashed cut fly.

She tried her best to show her white teeth, and pretended to smile: "...No...Yes."

He's obviously lying, but why don't I want to expose him?

Qian Yitong glanced at his eyebrows, stared at the furry face with a fierce face, retracted the sword, and put it into its sheath.

He bowed his hands to Huali very gracefully: "I'm asking Qian Yitong, whose name is Wujin, who is called Xianshan Jushi, and people in the world call him the Taoist priest of Seckill. I don't know who you are?"

Hua Li wanted to laugh when he heard the name, Qian Yitong, why don't you call it a bucket of money?But he made it so formal, we can't lose to him on the stage, but we can't use our real name either.

After thinking about it, covering the corners of his mouth, he replied: "I'm Xiahua Shiyi, my name is Lihua, my name is Xiaoyao Layishen, people in the Jianghu call it... I'm going through it."

Flower memory?Sure enough, as the name suggests, she is really beautiful.But once you pass by, isn't it the notorious flying thief in the Jianghu?He came here for my elixir?What should I do, kill him?No, I can't do it, what should I do?Why don't you wait and see what happens?

"Are you that famous thief?"

He stared at him closely, that gaze, like a sword in his hand, was so sharp that it wanted to pierce him.

Hua Li felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, how could he know the name of that thief?Didn't it mean that monks generally don't ask about everything in the world?

Embarrassedly laughing: "Talk, it's not famous, it's far worse than Your Excellency's name."

"You seem to be afraid of me?" He approached him a few steps, his eyes burning.

He smiled even more forcefully, and retreated to the fence of the wine tent, and there was no way to retreat: "Your...Your prestige, it is frightening to hear, today I can see this deity, yes... yes..."

"What is it?"

He leaned his hand on the fence, locked his eyes with downcast eyes, and was about to stick to that handsome face that was beyond words.

Huali could clearly feel the heavy breath spraying on her face like a raging fire, as if if she said a wrong word, the next second, this man who was completely pressed down like a rocky mountain would open his blood With a big mouth, he swallowed him in one gulp.

"...Yes, he is a good-looking talent, with a graceful demeanor, a jade tree facing the wind, suave... suave... In short, it is not as bad as the rumors at all."

He used all the words he could think of on him, and he was obsequious.

Finally, he was willing to hook the corners of the lower half of his face, and used the hilt of his sword to fiddle with the peach blossoms in his black hair: "Why do you grow flowers on your head?"

"...I... I am very talented."

A moment of silence.

"What are you doing here?"

"...Sell...sell wine." He avoided his eyes, squeezed the corner of his sleeve with his fingertips, and his voice was so small that he didn't believe it.

He lowered the hilt of his sword, picked his chin, and kept his other hand still on the fence wall, his scorching eyes shot straight at him like the bright sun.

After chasing after Nawan Qingqian for a while.

After half an hour.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

He laughed, looked away and held hands, turned around, threw off his clothes, and sat down beside the wooden table.

"Bring me a jug of good wine and two decent side dishes for Pindao."