"Would you like me, master and disciple, to have a drink here?" Fengjian Liuxiang looked sideways at her, with dark pupils.
Wu Jiuzi suddenly had the illusion that the priest tonight was as gentle as a lover... What stimulated him?
Suddenly she remembered Xiao Muxuan's hateful look at her. She was so familiar with that look!
When the priest said those words when he came out of the restaurant just now, the bright eyes of those women vaguely seemed to be like this.
No, it should be said that Xiao Muchuan seemed to be more resentful, as if he had robbed her of something dear.
And the priest tonight is also a little weird——
Could it be that they had already fallen in love with each other with great force?
It's just that Priest Fengjian was probably angry with Xiao Muxuan, so he deliberately showed affection to Wu Jiuzi in front of her?
Wu Jiuzi trembled. The more he thought about it, the greater the possibility!
Brother, if you want to make her angry, don’t drag me into the water?!
I swear I'm just trying to make a fool of myself, and I don't want to get in between you at all!
I don’t want to be cannon fodder for no reason——
Okay, let's drink with him first, and then see if we can trick him out.
She nodded calmly: "Okay, drinking and singing at this high altitude is a good idea."
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Wu Jiuzi felt that his cheap master might have truly become a god.
Unexpectedly, he casually touched his sleeve and pulled out a jar of wine. He smashed the mud seal with his palm and the aroma of wine filled his nostrils, making him want to get drunk.
Fengjian Liuxiang raised her head and took a big sip, then handed it to her: "Here, have a taste."
Wu Jiuzi paused and drank directly from the jar?
Forget it, drinking like this makes you feel more proud!
She took it and took a sip, her eyebrows flying: "It's really a good wine!" The wine was mellow, soft and long-lasting. Wu Jiuzi felt that this wine was even better than the Maotai she had drunk before.
Fengjian Liuxiang chuckled: "Of course. This wine is brewed by Master."
Wu Jiuzi was surprised, she didn't expect him to be a master of wine making.
In his previous life, Wu Jiuzi was addicted to alcohol and tasted almost all kinds of famous wines. He could naturally tell the difference between good and bad wines at the first taste.
She took another sip, savored it carefully, and was a little surprised: "This wine tastes quite old!"
After all, this was the first time I drank this kind of wine, so Wu Jiuzi couldn't tell the exact age of its brewing. He only felt that this wine was very old.
The fragrance lingers in the wind with a faint smile but no answer.
"Master, how old is this wine?" Wu Jiuzi's eyes were bright. This wine was even more delicious than the 30-year-old Moutai she had tasted.
However, it shouldn't be very long. After all, the brewer is only twenty-two years old now. Even if he started brewing since he was sensible, it would not be more than twenty years.
Fengjian Liuxiang took it and took a sip: "Why ask about the age? If you like to drink, drink more."
The two of us are above the white clouds. You take a sip and I take a sip.
"Master, do you know Xiao Muchuan just now?" Wu Jiuzi asked, seemingly unintentionally, after drinking.
Fengjian Liuxiang raised her head and took a sip of wine: "I don't know every cat or dog."
This is so rude!
It's not like talking about a lover...
Even if you are angry, you shouldn't say that, right?
Do they really not know each other?
Or maybe love breeds hatred?
But it seems impossible. That Xiao Muxuan looks like she is only thirteen or fourteen years old at most, and she is also a lolita. How could she possibly make this high priest, who has always been light and airy, hate her like this?