Chapter 135 Burial Flower Wine!

After all, it's a god warcraft! This is not a holy warcraft that can be easily solved. Even ten holy warcrafts can't enter Jin. It only takes one god warcraft to enter Jin. It can be imagined how abnormally strong the strength of this god warcraft is, and it still needs its own variants to be successfully absorbed. I can only say one word, strong! Awesome!!

All the monsters calmed down. Xue Aofeng squeezed the corners of his lips and could no longer say a word. He only felt that his internal gas was extremely unstable.

Suddenly. A sound of footsteps approached this way.

Xue Aofeng frowned, "Who?"

"I would like to invite Yin Fazun to the right envoy of the dark king." A voice answered outside the door.

"Hmm." Xue Aofeng answered, then jumped up, opened the door and looked at the disciple, "Do you know what happened to Yin Fazun?"

"Well, I don't know that Dharma only asked me to invite the envoy to the partial flower hall to talk about it."

Xue Aofeng then didn't say anything to follow the disciples to the partial flower hall.

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In the flower hall, the cool breeze is quiet, and a pavilion captures all the beautiful scenery. The light gauze hanging on all sides rose, rolling up a little beautiful and elegant.

When Xue Aofeng passed by, he happened to see the charming man in a gorgeous red robe sitting in it, looking at the pot of flowers in the middle of the table.

"Xue Aofeng, you're here." A light and quiet male voice makes people feel sad to hear.

Xue Aofeng calmed her eyebrows and asked, "I heard that Yin Fazun is looking for me. What's the matter?" What the hell, don't let people sleep in the middle of the night? She is not in the mood to admire beautiful men and handsome men at all now.

"It's okay, can't I find you?" Yin Shuang raised her eyes slightly and looked at her with a smile.

Xue Aofeng closed her eyes. She absolutely didn't believe that this guy was dedicated to herself. This is just a cunning fox who wants to pretend to be a white rabbit.

"If Yin Fazun is all right, I'm going to bed." Xue Aofeng replied angrily.

"What's the panic, good scenery, if it's wasted, isn't it a waste?" Yin Shuang smiled, raised her eyes pretentiously, looked at the bright moon, and smiled softly.

This beautiful man** only feels coquettish in Xue Aofeng's eyes. If he wants to please her, he also used the wrong time, right? ** man!

"It's not bad to say." Xue Aofeng replied that he would not give up if he didn't drink two cups with this guy. Then Xue Aofeng walked over and went to the pavilion. Before he picked up the cup of the exquisite carved dragon, he was grabbed by the other party.

"Don't worry, there is still one left." Yin Shuang smiled, with a dark light on her handsome and evil face.

"Who?" Xue Aofeng concame him. This guy is obviously selling medicine in the gourd.

Yin Shuang did not answer, raised her face and suddenly turned to the empty air layer beside him. "Since the dark king left envoy is here, come and have a drink together!"

Xue Aofeng followed his eyes and saw a gradually real figure, who was also a man in a red robe. He looked over shallowly. Although he was not particularly handsome, he felt good, especially between his eyebrows.

"It's so good." The man replied and then walked towards the pavilion.

"Xue Aofeng, this is your job, Leng Ao, the left envoy of the dark king." Yin Shuang introduced with a smile, and then spread out his hands to the two of them, "Sit down. How about the three of us have a drink together?"

Xue Aofeng looked at Leng Ao and didn't feel anything special. She just felt that there was a strange person, especially when he was talking about the word "matching" and seemed to be particularly deliberate. Is it her illusion? A touch of vigilance was raised.

The glass collided with the sound, and Xue Aofeng looked at the ** in the glass. Even if it was a glass of poisoned wine, he could not drink it at this time. If you use internal forces to resist...

When Xue Aofeng was about to lift the inner qi protection, he suddenly looked at Yin Shuang's face. There was a faint smile on this beautiful and handsome face, which seemed to be a kind of joke and mocking. Suddenly, Xue Aofeng unloaded the inner qi, and his heart hardened and raised his head to drink it.

At the same time, Leng Ao, who was sitting opposite, also picked up a cup and drank it.

Yin Shuang looked at the two with a smile, but his eyes were confused and dark, and his voice was still as shallow as heaven. "What do you think of this funeral wine?"

"Burial flower wine?" Leng Ao asked back, and then there was a lot of contempt in his eyes, "That's all. I heard that Yin Fazun is good at wine, and today's experience is really extraordinary.

Xue Aofeng didn't say anything. Listening to this cold meaning, it was completely derogatory. This may be a good show. Although Yin Shuang seems to be gentle, I'm afraid that his gentleness is pretending. Especially, the name of this wine is so indecent.

"Is that right? Don't you think the flower wine and the wine buried for people are beautiful? After saying that, Yin Shuang drank a glass of wine by herself, looking very comfortable and elegant.

Leng Ao's eyes rose and answered three words, "I don't think so." Then he put the glass on the table and was about to leave. Suddenly, the abdomen seemed to be burning, and it had spread out of the body in an instant...

"Ah..." Leng Ao screamed in pain and immediately wanted to lift the internal qi resistance. What's ridiculously, the more he raised his breath, the faster the fire spread. From the inside to the outside of his body, his body had been shrouded in a fireball for a moment...

Leng Ao kept rolling on the ground and wanted to put out those fires, but unfortunately it was to no avail.

Xue Aofeng looked at everything that suddenly suddenly changed, and her heart tightened. This wine... is really poisonous! The hurricane fire made by venom is burned in the body. Such a poison is really unprecedented, and the speed of burning is only in the moment.

Xue Aofeng drooled in his throat and temporarily stabilized the already frightened nerve.

"Please... Please... spare my life... Yin Fazun... Please... As long as you forgive me, I will listen to everything... I will replace you immediately..." Leng Ao pleaded with the last breath.

"Ha ha, it's late. How can the funeral wine that has been drunk be spit out again?" Yin Shuang smiled gently, and there was no trace of evil in her eyes. But such a beautiful face is the biggest poison.

"Go! Don't let your dirty body and soul pollute my flower hall again. Yin Shuang chanted softly, grabbed the flowers in the pot in front of her, crushed them and sprinkled them on the fire...

Xue Aofenfeng can see clearly. The dart like oiling the fire only heard the sound of Kaka and stabbed the cold Ao's soul until he completely destroyed...

The ashes turned into a light smoke, and there was nothing left when the wind blew. The ground is as clean as new, and only a few petals are still there, bright and eye-catching as human blood...

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Xue Aofeng choking again and inexplicably felt very thirsty. Looking at this Leng Ao die in front of him for a moment, I can't tell what it feels like. I just squeezed my lips tightly and couldn't say a word.

The air is quiet and abnormal, and the strange breath floats in this flower hall. From time to time, the petals fly all over the sky, raising a different feeling of beauty and sadness...

Finally, Xue Aofeng couldn't help breaking the silence, "Is it my turn next?" If your skills are not as good as people's skills, they are not as good as people's skills! Even if you die, you have to die gloriously! She won't beg this bastard Yin Shuang!

Xue Aofeng's eyes have been cold, and the magic power has gathered in the bottom of his heart. As long as the ultimate forbidden spell of undead magic bursts, she may not lose. Although she is now haunted by the bloody poison, she can't casually burst out the ultimate forbidden spell, which may directly cause the collapse of power, or the poison will spread to attack the brain, and the probability of death reaches 99.9%! But even so, you have to work hard.

"Do you want to be the next one?" Yin Shuang smiled lightly, and her fingers held the exquisite wine cup elegantly, slowly handed it to her lips and drank it slowly.

"Isn't it strange that this funeral wine doesn't burn in your body?" Yin Shuang asked with a smile, look at the beauty of the other party. Isn't it a pity if this beauty is like the petals here withered? So how many boys and girls will cry?

"Why?"

"Because your choice is different from him."

Xue Aofeng looked at him and couldn't figure out what this guy was thinking. However, it seems that the other party did not intend to kill her. Is it an illusion?

Do you know? This burial wine itself is not poisonous, and only when the other party uses internal gas to prevent it before drinking will it touch the hurricane fire. So, if you don't die, you might as well thank yourself for your choice. Yin Shuang explained with a smile. Then he poured the wine cup in front of her again, "Come on, let's do it together!" My partner."

Xue Aofeng took the glass of wine, tightened his palms, and looked up to dry. At this moment, the bottom of his heart scolded this bastard Yin Shuang again. For the first time, I felt teased, and I was powerless to play in the palm of my hand.

"Good drinking, come on, drink again!" Yin Shuang then added it to her.

Xue Aofeng's face was a little pale and said nothing. She picked it up and drank it again. Looking at Yin Shuang's preparation to pour wine for her again, she simply grabbed the porcelain wine pot in his hand and raised her head to fill it. A few wisps of wine escaped along the corners of her mouth, moistening her beautiful neck and even wet the skirt a little.

Yin Shuang looked at her, just admiring it gracefully, and inadvertently brushed a few rays of shade in her burgundy eyes.

Xue Aofeng drank all the burial wine in one breath, put it on the table, stared at his face, and said, "Can I go now?"

"This is not how I drink this funeral wine." Yin Shuang smiled lightly, and there was an unfathomable light in her eyes.

Xue Aofeng squeezed her lips and looked at the person in front of her. She didn't want to say a word, but her face became more and more pale. I can't say whether it's because of fear or something, but what is there to be afraid of if a person is willing to gamble on his own life?