She sang the song "Shao Siming's glory burns out".
This song obviously touched her mood during the singing process, and she sang it with great care and emotion.
After finishing the song, Di Fuyi directly pushed a glass of wine over: "This time, this wine is yours."
Gu Xijiu finally drank this wine, and it was really delicious.
Her stomach, which had been poisoned by the Forgotten River, finally felt better.
After finishing a glass of wine, she pushed the glass over again: "One more glass."
Di Fuyi kept his word, and after singing, he poured her three glasses of wine.
After three cups, she felt warm in her belly, and a refreshing breath seemed to be surging in her limbs.
She was so excited that she exclaimed: "Good wine."
After tasting the extremely bitter thing, she realized that the aroma of the wine was so intoxicating that it made her want to drink three hundred cups at a time.
She sang song after song and drank cup after cup.
Di Fuyi's little wine pot is like a cornucopia that never dries up.
The wine in it can never be exhausted, and the wine inside can never be exhausted.
"It's fun to cook sheep and slaughter cattle.
You have to drink three hundred cups at a time."
When Gu Xijiu drank her twentieth cup, she started to recite a poem and waved three fingers in front of Di Fuyi's eyes.
Di Fuyi raised his hand and held her delicate little finger: "If you drink three hundred cups, you will die."
The small table was not big.
Gu Xijiu was originally lying on the small table.
At this moment, her fingers were being held, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.
She pulled back suddenly.
But how can she pull the other party over?
She tried too hard, but she rushed forward, almost plunging into his arms.
Di Fuyi straightened her little body with one hand: "Baby, are you really drunk this time or are you pretending to be drunk?"
He was obviously on guard against her.
While supporting her, he also held her little hand to prevent the girl from taking advantage of the situation and stabbing him.
Not bad, Gu Xijiu's hands were empty, her fingernails were clean, there was no gun or hidden knife.
It was obvious that she had no intention of plotting against him this time.
The little girl's face was flushed, her breath was filled with the smell of alcohol, and her eyes were a little blurry.
However, she didn't like the small table being in the way, so she kicked it away and stood proudly in front of Di Fuyi: "I'm not drunk, but I've never been drunk after a thousand cups. of" He was sitting and she was standing.
They were about the same height.
Gu Xijiu was even a little taller than Di Fuyi.
She looked down at him with an imposing manner Her usual temperament is cold and cold, as if no one or anything can really anger her.
When she was drunk, she had another kind of charm.
The sun shone slantingly and danced under her brows and eyes.
She was as proud as a little bird spreading its wings in the air: "No one can make me drunk.
Every time I am drunk, I am actually pretending.
If I want to complete my task, I have to get rid of people." defensiveness”
Di Fuyi looked at her: "So you've pretended to be drunk several times.
What mission are you trying to accomplish?"
"Kill" Gu Xijiu uttered two words coldly, turned around, pulled out a short knife from nowhere and placed it directly across Di Fuyi's neck.
Di Fuyi's eyes darkened slightly, and he ignored the short knife across his neck.
He just looked at her: "You often kill people."
If he hadn't seen how much wine she drank, and knew that the wine was so powerful that she would have to knock down even five of them, Di Fuyi would have thought she was just pretending to be drunk just by looking at her neat skills.
Gu Xijiu looked sideways at him and did not answer his question.
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Instead, she asked him: "Who are you and why did you fall under my knife?"