Chapter 162

Meow Xiaojiu was stuffed in the familiar skirt, she showed two cat paws.

She said: "meow, master silver, promise to give me nine bottles of wine. Don't cheat me!"

Now the night is full-bodied. She stares at the dark night. The light in her glass eyes is more and more bright.

As long as she can have wine, she will be able to talk to the people in the night God Pavilion in two days.

Her motto of meow small nine is, say but grab.

If those people in the night God Pavilion don't know what to do, they will reach out and grab it at that time!

Jun Xuan night did not ask her what to do with wine, slowly said a word: "good."

The man didn't look at her. His eyes were slightly deep. He glanced at the dark night.

Looking at Xiaojiu's appearance... Reminds him of being forced to drink by the prince of the western regions in the restaurant.

After Luo Yufeng drinks for Xiao Jiu, the woman appears

Meow small nine don't know what a man's heart is thinking about, only know that the man agreed. She rubbed her paws excitedly, thinking of licking some messy hair on her cat's paws. As soon as she put her paws on her nose, she gave a disgusting cry.

It smells terrible!

Cats have a serious habit of cleanliness!

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Deep night, full-bodied black, Wan Su all quiet, only nine palace is still lit.

The door of the bedroom is open, the night wind blows into the room gently, and the coolness is immersed in the cold of bone marrow.

And now

Ming six and Ming seven are working together to move the wine from the cellar to the bedroom.

Meow small nine looking at a long time did not see Ming six, fortunately Ming six's two black circles have disappeared, not too eye-catching.

After Ming six and Ming seven brought in the ninth jar of wine, they were relieved.

Ming six straight up, wiped the forehead sweat, helplessly said: "master, how do you suddenly have this interest to drink?"

After all, the body is just fine. Isn't it good to drink at night?

Jun Xuan sat in front of the table at night, with one hand supporting his chin, and the other hand curving rhythmically on the table from time to time.

"Why, you want to drink, too?" The man asked in a low voice, in a casual tone.

On the sixth day of the Ming Dynasty, he always felt the cold wind blowing on his back. He couldn't help shivering and shook his head.

"No, I don't want to drink it."

Meow Xiaojiu sat on the table and looked at the wine jar. The cat's eyes were round and big.

She wanted nine pots, not wine jars!

How could she drink so much? When she was a wine container!

Generally, the nine pots in the ancient court were exquisite and beautiful, and they would not drink directly from such a large jar of wine.

You don't want to dig her, do you?

"Cough, I'm leaving." Ming seven feel the atmosphere is not right, a pull Ming six skirt to go out.

After he left, he closed the door for their master.

Ming Liuyi pulled back his skirt and said with a little complaint, "Ming Qi, don't be so rude. Be careful you can't get your daughter-in-law."

Ming seven warning like said: "master to small nine, do you think there is something wrong?"

Ming six met his eyes suspiciously, frowned and began to meditate. He thought for a long time, but still shook his head.

There's nothing wrong with it. Isn't the master doting on Xiaojiu like this?

It's really difficult to communicate with Ming six when he is a nerd.

When the door of the room closed, meow could not calm down. He turned his head, stretched out his claws, pointed to the jar of wine and asked, "meow, do you want me to get drunk?"