"Brother Ziyu, have you forgotten it? There are many people in Yueshui City who have died in my hands." Zhao Hongniang's words were playful.

"Oh, is it? But so what?" Lin Ziyu said with disdain and chuckled: "Sister Matchmaker, who says that killing someone must be a demon?"

Hearing this, Zhao Hongniang was completely stunned. She had not come back to her senses for a long time. She looked at Lin Ziyu again, and a little soft look suddenly appeared in her eyes.

What this person really said was a disciple from the Xuanyun Sect who was the leader of the world's righteous path? Didn't they take it as their mission to destroy demons and save the world?

She didn't say anything, she just looked at Lin Ziyu, not knowing what she was thinking about.

Seeing that Zhao Hongniang was silent, Lin Ziyu didn't say anything and just looked at her quietly.

At this moment, the two of them looked at each other. After a while, Zhao Hongniang Zhan Yan smiled miserably, asked to wave her skirt sleeves to untie the magic that imprisoned Lin Ziyu.

After moving his neck and legs that were imprisoned for a moment, Lin Ziyu walked slowly to Zhao Hongniang and sat down. With his left hand moved, the cold iron dagger appeared in his hand.

Zhao Hongniang's eyes widened and her spirit trembled. Is he going to attack her? The string in her mind suddenly tensed up, and she rubbed it and stood up and avoided her.

Sure enough, how could the disciple from Xuanyun Sect drink with her monster?

The previous words and the sincerity in their eyes were all acting, but they wanted to take advantage of her to let go of her guard and take the opportunity to kill her and help Yueshuicheng avenge.

It's despicable!

At this time.

"Oh my god, sorry, take it out, hahaha..." Lin Ziyu suddenly burst into laughter, moved his left hand again, and took out two pills.

"Matchmaker, this is a compound injury pill, which will help you heal your injuries. Take it quickly!"

Zhao Hongniang was stunned. Looking at Lin Ziyu who was smiling brightly and happily, she suddenly understood: she was played with by the bad boy in front of her.

This bad boy took out the dagger on purpose, just to deliberately scare her and see that she is ugly.

Thinking of this, Zhao Hongniang was immediately embarrassed and angry. She clenched her fist with her right hand and punched Lin Ziyu: "You bad boy, you deliberately play tricks on me, right? Think about it and see how I look ugly, right?"

The fists fell on her chest one after another, and Lin Ziyu did not dodge or dodge at all, but she still hammered it.

There was no sign of pain at all. The soft little fist hit the chest, so there was no strength to say.

After she was embarrassed and angry, she had enough hammered her hair, Lin Ziyu smiled brightly and said, "Yes, this is the matchmaker I know. Why are we so restricted?"

As he said that, he reached the compound wound pill in front of Zhao Hongniang and said warmly: "Sister Matchmaker, take this compound wound pill and adjust your breathing for a while. The effect is quite good."

Looking at the big boy with a smile on his face in front of him, Zhao Hongniang was stunned and immediately showed a flowery smile. She knew that he was making her happy.

"You bad brother." Zhao Hongniang gave Lin Ziyu charmingly, took the compound wound pill, covered her face with her skirt sleeves, raised her head, and swallowed it.

"My matchmaker, you don't even think about it. Just swallow what I gave you. You are not afraid. What kind of strange poison is the medicine I gave you, brother?"

Lin Ziyu raised his lips slightly and said with a wicked smile. As he said, his brows were still playfully.

Zhao Hongniang was stunned and then said charmingly: "If it is really a strange poison, sister, I will die at the hands of your bad brother, and I will admit it."

After saying that, Zhao Hongniang sat cross-legged, calmed down and absorbed the medicinal power of the compound injury pill.

Not long after, Zhao Hongniang opened her eyes again, and the paleness on her beautiful face disappeared a lot, and the blood color recovered a little, and she felt that the wound was less painful.

"Let's drink together!"

Seeing that Zhao Hongniang had finished breathing, Lin Ziyu handed a pot of top-quality spiritual wine to her.

Without thinking, Zhao Hongniang took the wine pot and took a mouthful into her mouth. The next moment, her beautiful eyes lit up.

"Brother Ziyu, this is worthy of your best spiritual wine in Xuanyun Mountain!" Zhao Hongniang felt that this sip of the best spiritual wine would seem to have become more pure immediately, and her whole spirit became much better.

"That's natural." Lin Ziyu also poured a mouthful into his mouth, looked at the bottle and said, "This top-quality spiritual wine is just like fifty top-quality spiritual stones!

That is, Sister Matchmaker, you, if you turn into someone else, I will not be willing to take it out of my brother."

"A pot of fifty top-grade spirit stones?"

Zhao Hongniang was slightly surprised. This was five thousand taels of silver per pot, which was really extremely expensive.

Suddenly, Zhan Yan smiled charmingly and said, "Brother Ziyu, are you really a rich man? Are you born in a family of cultivation or a prince or a noble from which country?"

This is not just the top-quality spiritual wine that is 50 top-grade spirit stones in her hand, but also Lin Ziyu's dress at this moment.

At this time, Lin Ziyu was wearing a silver and white robe, with pictures and texts embroidered with black and gold silk, and the belt and jade inlaid on it, which were not cheap.

"Where?" Lin Ziyu shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Sister Matchmaker, you're out of sight. I'm just a child of an ordinary hunter.

My mother died of dysfunction due to giving birth to me. My father went to the mountains to hunt in order to support me. Unfortunately, he met the wolf king and died the day after he escaped seriously injured."

When he said something, Lin Ziyu's face was very calm and he could not see any joy or anger, as if he was telling someone else's story. Well, in fact, it's true that someone else's story.

The story of the original owner of this body.

After listening to Lin Ziyu's simple story, Zhao Hongniang stopped in front of her mouth with a wine pot in her hand, opened her mouth, but she didn't drink it until she finished it. She put down her hand holding the wine pot.

Blinking her beautiful eyes full of complex colors, Zhao Hongniang looked at Lin Ziyu. She vaguely felt it. When she said those words, although Lin Ziyu's face was calm and her tone was dull, there was still a hint of sadness.

And his eyes also had a hint of darkness. Although it was fleeting, she captured it.

She really didn't expect that this bad brother who looked at him and was a little unreasonable actually had such a miserable experience and past.

Now, he has been so successful that he has not only entered the Xuanyun Sect, the leader of the righteous sect in the world, but also achieved such success. I don’t know how much he has paid behind it.

She had heard that Xuanyun Sect relied on spiritual root qualifications to practice, and this big boy, the fourth grade of spiritual roots, did not have much cultivation resources at all.

As Lin Ziyu's current outfit can bring out such a top-notch spiritual wine, she guessed that it must be the big boy who has put in a lot of effort.

Looking at the big boy with a calm expression in front of him, Zhao Hongniang felt her heart and also thrust for a while, feeling a little sad about the big boy.

He told her all this, was he considered opening up to her? It was a very good big boy.

This is a woman!

This is the maternal brilliance of a woman. Even a female monster has maternal brilliance.

Seeing the charming woman with a calm expression and extremely complicated eyes at this moment, Lin Ziyu knew that he had succeeded.

The dark look that flashed in his eyes and the faint sadness in his words had a miraculous effect.

Lie to Zhao Hongniang? Is it barely enough? Lin Ziyu just wants to trick her, without any malice.

I saw Lin Ziyu's body turned and he lay down, resting his head on Zhao Hongniang's thigh.

What a knee pillow!

Lin Ziyu's sudden movement caused Zhao Hongniang to instantly walk out of her gloomy mood. Looking at Lin Ziyu in her arms, her face turned slightly red, but she pushed it away.

At this moment, in her eyes, Lin Ziyu was a big boy worthy of distress, that's all.

Seeing that Zhao Hongniang did not push her away, Lin Ziyu knew that her routine had been successful. Next, it was time to launch further attacks.

After pouring a mouthful of the best spiritual wine into his mouth, Lin Ziyu said lightly: "Sister Matchmaker, tell me the story about you. I want to hear it, okay?"

"My story?" Zhao Hongniang murmured as if she was muttering to herself, leaning against the giant peach blossom tree, looking at the bright moon in the night sky, revealing the look of memories.

The atmosphere fell into silence again, and Lin Ziyu was not in a hurry to speak. He knew that it would take her a while, not only to recall, but also to stabilize her emotions.

It was faintly he could feel that her story was filled with heartache and hardship.

Time gradually passed, a night wind blew, peach blossoms flew, and their long hair fluttered in the wind.

Slowly, a drop of crystal tears rolled from the corner of Zhao Hongniang's eyes. She saw her head shaking, and smiled sadly, saying, "Brother Ziyu, sister, my story is very unexciting, nothing good to hear, forget it!"

After the words came, Zhao Hongniang poured spiritual wine into her mouth, which was very crazy and she didn't leave the wine pot.

"Don't drink like this, you'll get drunk very quickly."

Suddenly, Lin Ziyu held Zhao Hongniang's right hand holding the wine pot and stopped her from drinking like this.

Although the best spiritual wine in their hands is considered a kind of spiritual liquid, it is still wine after all, and you will get drunk if you are wine.

"Brother Ziyu, please let me drink, okay?" Zhao Hongniang almost begged to say this, and the tears in her eyes rolled down again.

"No!" Lin Ziyu refused, sat up, and snatched the wine pot from Zhao Hongniang's hand.

"Give it to me!" Zhao Hongniang reached out to grab it, but she grabbed it and was avoided by Lin Ziyu.

"Give it to me!"

This was called out, with a slight anger in his eyes. Zhao Hongniang stared at Lin Ziyu with hatred in her eyes.

"No!" Lin Ziyu still refused and said softly: "Matchmaker, I'm drunk. Even if I forget to communicate well, it's temporary after all. Once I wake up, it will only hurt even more and heart-wrenching.

Think about it, was it like this in your past years when you were drinking and drunk?"

This is not aimless. He is sure that Zhao Maoniang has been drunk all day long. The many empty wine jars in the Maoniang inn are the best proof.

Among them, some empty wine jars have not yet fallen into ashes, which means that they have just finished drinking it!
Chapter completed!