Chapter 952

"Shopkeeper, can I have a glass of water?"

After a long time, the prime minister looked up and said sincerely.

"Go away!" The drunken boss's wife smashed the wine jar on the counter and said angrily, "if you can't afford to drink, you can't get rid of it. I don't welcome beggars who eat and drink for nothing here!"

"I'm not a beggar. How can you look down on people in vain?"

"Oh! Then tell me where you are better than a beggar? "

The prime minister mumbled for a long time, and suddenly took out his copper bowl from his coat. Three copper coins jingled inside.

"Can I help you with your divination and change a drink?"

Xiangshi's entreaty was once again sprayed by the owner's wife, which made him tremble with anger.

"Oh, forget it, Madame. I paid for the brother's wine."

Ye Hong can't bear to see the prime minister who he has a good feeling to be humiliated. He walks leisurely on one side.

But when he picked up the menu, his eyes widened.

At the top of the menu, of course, is the store's signboard, which is the wine Qin Zhengyan just drank - Honglian Qingzhu wine.

But the price tag on the back is really outrageous, a full one with five zeros.

A jar of wine is 100000?!

No wonder just now Qin Zhengyan was so distressed that he drank more than ten thousand yuan for two drinks.

What's more, other wines are not much cheaper than Honglian Qingzhu liquor.

"You are a black shop!"

Night Hong immediately pour a breath of cool air, even night food do not dare to sell things so expensive!

As a result, Yehong and Xiangshi together camp, together scolded the landlady.

But even though the owner's wife was drunk, her mouth was comparable to that of a sewing machine. When the fire was fully opened, she was able to defeat two by one. Huaheng Academy www.huahengsy.com

Qin Zhengyan listened to the curse with a headache, glanced at the Xiangshi and said to Ye Hong: "your friend?"

"I just met last night." Ye Hong shrugged his shoulders and said, "I only know his surname is Dugu."

"Dugu..."

Qin Zhengyan chewed the surname for a moment, and his pupils suddenly shrank. He looked at Xiangshi in horror and said, "be careful, he is also...

before his voice dropped, Ye Hong suddenly pushed Qin Zhengyan away from his seat!

"Dududu -"

in the original positions where Qin Zhengyan and Yehong sat, there were three throwing knives inserted into the bamboo chair, making a dull sound.

Qin Zhengyan looked at Ye Hong gratefully and then looked out of the door.

These three throwing knives are shot in from the outside.

Night Hong will Qin Zhengyan protection behind, eyes slightly closed, all attention to the ear.

"Ding! Trigger proficient listening, eliminate noise interference... "

the alley is quiet at first, and then comes the breath, long-term breathing sound and even footstep sound.

The footstep sound of ordinary people must be complex and chaotic. Those who can make every step even can only be the ancient warrior!

And listen to these voices, there is not only one ancient warrior!

Suddenly, night Hong suddenly opened his eyes.

Here it is!

A middle-aged thin man with big golden earrings, throwing a few throwing knives in his hand and a strange smile on his face, entered the shop.

"Unexpectedly did not hit, good quick reaction ability, is worthy of defeating Huangfu eagle's boy."

Night Hong eyes a congealing: "you are Huangfu family sent people?"

"Ha ha ha, Huangfu's family doesn't have that skill. Please come to me [Nanyang Throwing Knife - Jin Buwen]." Middle aged thin man arrogant smile way, swagger to step on the chair, a cold face.