Looking up, I saw the kid once again had that life-or-death expression on his face.
The little girl was immediately defeated again: "Okay...just drink a little..."
"Okay, okay... just drink a little." The boy had a charming smile on his face.
Then he picked up the wine glass in front of him and looked at her with a grateful face.
"Sister, thank you for coming, and thank you for taking care of me like a family member during this time."
Nangong Ruoxue smiled helplessly, saying in her heart that this is not your life-or-death plea.
Then he picked up the wine glass and said seriously: "Junior brother, I have told you that it is my master's order to teach you martial arts."
"Being friendly to you is a sign of friendship."
"I have only liked one person, senior brother, in my whole life, so after tonight, I hope that junior brother will not disturb me again."
After saying that, he picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
Nan Yanxi felt helpless in her heart, this girl really had no experience in the world of martial arts.
The glass of wine Nangong Ruoxue drank was newly poured by that boy.
But his own cup had been placed there early in the morning.
It’s strange that there’s nothing fishy here.
This silly kid was so puzzled that he couldn't help thinking.
If she doesn’t suffer, who will?
However, fortunately, he and Mu Qingyan were both there.
Mu Qingyan's internal strength is so strong that she can easily force out ordinary intoxicating drugs and love potions.
Nan Yanxi thought to herself that it would be good to let the dead girl suffer a little loss and build up her memory.
Turning around to look at Mu Qingyan, she seemed to mean the same thing, and the two of them immediately smiled knowingly.
Seeing her finish the glass of spiked wine in one gulp, the boy suddenly beamed with joy.
He quickly stood up and poured a second cup.
"Senior sister, this is my second cup. I would like to pay tribute to my master and my wife. I wish you and your wife happiness as high as the East China Sea and longevity as high as the Southern Mountains."
With one sentence, Nangong Ruoxue, who wanted to refuse, was stopped.
He had no choice but to pick up the wine glass and drink again.
The boy calmly spit his cup onto his sleeve.
Nan Yanxi's guess was correct. The boy's first glass of wine didn't have any spices, so he drank it generously.
The ones that arrived later had added ingredients, so this guy tried to spit them out.
Nangong Ruoxue had no doubt that he was there, but she was still bored.