Sometimes we need wrong judgments, and sometimes we need right ones!

When Mo Xuan stepped into the threshold of the Zuixian Tower with one of his left foot, he felt very good. He drank some wine, ate some meat, sat by the window upstairs, looked at the countless people under his feet, and looked at these poor people whose lives were only a hundred years old, he always felt a sense of superiority.

True sense of superiority.

Although he knew that this feeling was not good, and although he knew that looking down on his original kind was a sin, he still liked this feeling.

Zuixian Tower is very lively.

Recently, the business of restaurants in Lingcheng has been very good. Even on Shilipo, ten miles away from Lingcheng, the simple small wine shop is crowded. Therefore, at this time of noon, it is not easy to find a seat in the best restaurant in Lingcheng.

Not to mention the seating.

Mo Xuan wanted to sit in the second floor by the window seat. This is the best seat besides the private room, commonly known as the VIP private room. How could it be empty at this time?

The waiter could not say hello, and finally saw a short time, leading Mo Xuan to a seat in the corner of the second floor. There were still scattered bowls and chopsticks on the table, all of which had not had time to clean up just now.

Although I was not very satisfied with the seat, I still had to eat. Faced with the noisy environment, I threw all the good feelings out of the sky. I just wanted to finish my breakfast and left here.

But there were too many people, and his meals were still not available. In boredom, his eyes wandered around.

If we say that this Han Kingdom is actually no different from ancient China, he has watched a lot of this kind of scene on TV, so after watching it for a long time, he felt that there was nothing regrettable, so he turned his attention back.

Just at this moment, the little guy ran over happily.

"Your guest, look, there are really no empty spaces on the floor. Don't you mind squeezing with this master!"

After going upstairs, the waiter nodded and ran to Mo Xuan, and said carefully.

Mo Xuan was stunned and started to be a little strange. When he looked up, he realized that the waiter had come up again. At this time, there were no other empty seats on the second floor except the seat opposite him.

He raised his head, looked at the man standing behind the waiter, was slightly stunned, and nodded immediately, "Okay, there is no one here anyway!"

"Oh, then I'm thanking you!" When the waiter heard Mo Xuan, he immediately smiled and turned to the guest behind him and said, "Master, please!"

The man nodded, and without hesitation, he sat directly opposite Mo Xuan.

After settling down the man, the waiter went downstairs with a smile on his face and left only the two sitting opposite him.

After Mo Xuan's eyes followed the waiter downstairs, he turned to the person sitting opposite him. The man was wearing a blue shirt, a square scarf, and a brown ribbon around his waist. A small piece of jade pendant hung on the ribbon. It was not a precious thing. Looking at his appearance, he was about forty years old, with three long beards hanging on his chest, with a white face and a pretty upright appearance, but there was a sense of literary spirit all over his body, which gave Mo Xuan the feeling that he was a Confucian scholar who was well-read and knowledgeable.

Mo Xuan stared at him, and he was also looking at Mo Xuan, but he was not as rude as Mo Xuan. He just glanced at him and smiled and clasped his fists at Mo Xuan, "I'm Zhang Tian, ​​how can I ask you for your honorable name!"

"Oh, I'm going to Mo Xuan!" Mo Xuan naturally returned a greeting.

After that, there was an awkward silence. Fortunately, at this time, the waiter brought the food, and of course, there was a small jar of wine.

"Meeting is fate. If Brother Zhang doesn't mind, what if you have a drink together!" Mo Xuan raised the wine jar and said to Zhang Tian.

Zhang Tian smiled casually and didn't say anything. He just brought the wine glass to Mo Xuan, which meant that Mo Xuan poured wine for him.

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I had drunk two jars of wine and had been resuscited three times, but the two still had no sign of stopping.

Although it took a long time to drink and eat, there was not much between the two of them. They poured the wine in the glass when they were gone, and picked up the food after a glass of wine. Until the third jar of wine was over, Mo Xuan burped.

"Uh!! I'm full and can't eat anymore. If I continue to eat, I will vomit!" Mo Xuan smiled embarrassedly while touching his round belly.

Zhang Tian also smiled and put down the wine glass in his hand.

"Do you feel lonely, do you?"

"Ah, what?" For no reason, Mo Xuan suddenly felt chill in his heart. What he said was too warm.

I don’t know if it was because of drinking or because of other reasons, Zhang Tian’s originally white face was flushed at this moment, and his watery eyes were staring at Mo Xuan in a flash, as if there was a hint of desire.

"I can't be so unlucky, right? This guy is not an old rabbit, right?" Mo Xuan swallowed heavily, the muscles on his face twitched twice, and he tried hard to squeeze out a smile, "No...how could it be, Brother Zhang was joking!"

Zhang Tian shook his head, "You and I don't know each other and have drunk so much wine and eaten so many dishes here, but don't say a word. Is it because you are not good at talking to others, or because you haven't communicated with others for too long? I think it's the latter, right?"

"I'm not interested in communicating with the old rabbit!!" Mo Xuan said something unconsciously, threw a ingot of silver on the table, and then quickly left his seat, leaving Zhang Tian with a shocked look on the table.

"Old...old rabbit?!"

Mo Xuan's words made his brain short-circuit, and he couldn't react to the meaning of the three words "Old Rabbit". It was not until Mo Xuan disappeared under the stairs that he opened his mouth in surprise and unconsciously pointed at him with his index finger on his left hand.

"Old rabbit, am I a rabbit?"

"I'm not a rabbit!"

He almost cried out, looked back and said that Mo Xuan had disappeared without a trace at this time.

The flush on his face was replaced by the angry purple-red color. The elegant aura just now disappeared, replaced by his wide eyes and humiliated anger.

He murmured in a low voice. If Mo Xuan was present at this time, he would definitely be frightened by the words from Zhang Tian.

"This dead crow!" he muttered hatefully, "Damn crow, this mouth is too immoral. You're done, boy, you're done, I promise, you will become the most unlucky person in the world, you must be the most unlucky, you will regret being born, you must...!!"
Chapter completed!