Hey, since he came to the door by himself, why don’t he get him drunk completely with a trick?
It would be much easier to escape by yourself.
After making up this idea, Luo Qingyu simply started drinking with him.
After drinking more than a dozen cups of tea, I looked at Feng Xiaoxun and my heart thumped. Feng Xiaoxun was still the same as before. He looked like he was half drunk, but he was not drunk. His eyes fell
It seems that the more you drink, the more you become more energetic.
He didn't speak much, and a lazy smile was curled up at the corner of his lips. He didn't blink until he drank the wine.
Nick, this guy is also a wine barrel, right?
Luo Qingyu has a lot of alcohol, and after these more than a dozen cups, he feels nodded, but Feng Xiaoxun still has nothing to do...
After drinking more than ten cups, Luo Qingyu secretly stumbled on a few cups, and splashed the wine while Feng Xiaoxun was not paying attention.
Even so, she felt like she was nodding.
Looking at Feng Xiaoxun again, his face seemed to turn redder again, and his eyes finally became a little confused. He suddenly raised his glass: "Come on, Fei'er, have another two drinks with his foster father..."
His tongue was so big that he spoke a little blurred. He drank half of his drink and half of his spilled...
With a "bang!", the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.
His man also lay down on Luo Qingyu's bed...
He finally got drunk!
Luo Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief and went up to look at him. Seeing that he closed his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes were covered, leaving a faint shadow under his face, and his thin lips that were often smiling were slightly pursed.
, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he looked a little uncomfortable.
While asleep, he finally took off his evil and cold coat. At this moment, he looked like a child, a child who was abandoned-
Luo Qingyu's heart was thrilled, not understanding how he had such thoughts and metaphors.
This guy kills people like mowing grass, and doesn't care about it at all, and doesn't even frown. He is a devil who makes people feel scared. How can he look like a child? Or an abandoned child...
She shook her head and shook her ridiculous thoughts.
She reached out and pushed him: "Master Demon Lord, why are you drunk after drinking these few cups? Get up and drink again."
The answer to her was Feng Xiaoxun's snoring slightly.
Well, this guy has good wine, so he slept with his head covered in his head when he gets drunk.
Not like everyone else...
Luo Qingyu finally felt relieved. She glanced at him again, and a thought suddenly came to her mind.
This guy does so many evil things, and he will die more than anything else.
Why don’t I take his life while he is sleeping?!
Otherwise, when he wakes up and finds that he has escaped, he is afraid he will come to chase and entangle again...
The knife was still outside. Although it was a bit curled by the grass, it was fine to kill someone.
Luo Qingyu is an action faction, and since he thinks about it, he will take action immediately!
Soon, she took the knife, with a sharp edge and a ray of force under the candlelight.
She held a knife in her right hand, and her eyes swept Feng Xiaoxun. Feng Xiaoxun lay there with her face facing the sky, his chest was slightly up and down. Luo Qingyu knew that there was a heart pulsing in his left chest...