Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 27 Warming a Pot of Wine
The long dragon formed from the wine turned into three in an instant, attacking the three of them respectively.

The white-haired man stretched out his jade sword and took a closer look, but saw a small white worm swimming around in the wine. He exclaimed: "Poisonous!"

The black-robed elder yelled fiercely, swung his sleeves around, grasped the three streams of water in one hand, and slammed it on the ground, then pulled the other two back more than ten steps before standing there firmly.His sleeves had been rolled to pieces, and he was quite embarrassed.

"Wen family, warm the pot of wine." The black-robed elder whispered.

Warming the pot of wine is not an action, but a name.

The only son of the head of the Wen family, Wen Lin, is also the one who will be in charge of the Wen family in the future.

People from the Wen family seldom appear in the rivers and lakes, and they always stay in their own territory to study poisonous arts, but the warm pot of wine is an exception. He likes to walk on the rivers and lakes very much, and he is easy to recognize.Because he knew that everyone in the world was afraid of the poisonous art of the Wen family, so he was always wearing a white robe, with three words written on the back of the robe—poison you to death.

After the warm pot of wine forced them back with a blow, they immediately turned around, revealing the iconic three words.

The horror of the people in the field was even greater than when they saw Yan Bietian killed by a single sword, because even the eighth son of Beili was just a leader in the world, but Wen Kejiu was really a big shot .

But this big man just looked at Baili Dongjun helplessly: "Xiao Baili, are you hurt?"

Baili Dongjun shook his head: "Not yet."

"Xiaobai!" The warm pot of wine stretched out its hand, and the white colored glass jumped over immediately, and shrank to his side obediently, as if a little afraid. The warm pot of wine scratched its head, "If you don't protect well, go back and punish it you."

"Uncle, did your mother ask you to come?" Baili Dongjun asked cautiously.

"Otherwise." The warm pot of wine pouted, "They know you are only willing to listen to me, so let me take you back. How about it, have you had enough fun?"

Baili Dongjun smacked his mouth: "It's like drinking, you just tasted the first sip."

"Spoof, you're making me greedy." The warm pot of wine turned around and looked at the black-robed elder, "I've traveled all over the rivers and lakes, but I really can't guess your identities, are you from outside the region? Why did you attack Xiao Baili?"

The black-robed elder smiled lightly: "I didn't expect to meet a master who is on the top of the list here. It seems that I have returned without success today."

"You want to go?" The warm pot of wine smiled.

The elder in black robe frowned: "You want to stop me?"

"You can't go anymore." The warm pot of wine said lightly.

The black-robed elder suddenly lowered his head, only to realize that his hands had turned black and he lost consciousness in an instant. His eyes widened: "It's still poisoned."

"You underestimate my poison technique too much, how dare you use a pair of sleeves to stop my bloodline wandering dragon." The warm pot of wine jumped up, flashed to the side of the black-robed elder, stretched out his fingers and flicked it lightly A blood hole popped out of his forehead, he hooked his finger, and a blood-soaked bug crawled into his hand, he gently pushed down the black-robed elder's body, turned around and looked at the white-haired man and the purple-clothed man , "It's your turn."

The two of them had always been proud and arrogant, even though they were still eager to try in the face of the eighth son of Beili, but at this moment they felt inexplicable fear, and they all took three steps back.

"Although you are young, your strength is already higher than this person. He can lead you because he is a few years older. It would be a pity to kill such a young man. You can go." Warm Pot Wine sighed "But you have to promise me one thing."

The white-haired swordsman swallowed, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"If you meet my little nephew in the future, please remember to let him go, how about it?" asked the warm pot of wine.

The white-haired swordsman hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

"Let's go." The warm pot of wine flicked his sleeves, "Xiaobai, see off the guests!"

Hearing the words, Bai Liuli spun her body and swept her long tail, forcing them to go. The white-haired swordsman and the purple-clothed man ignored the black-robed elder's body and shouted: "Back!" The head left without looking back.

The warm pot of wine turned around, and said to Gu Jianmen and the others: "Apocalypse, please come and be safe, gentlemen."

"Senior." Even Gu Jianmen, who was as arrogant as Gu Jianmen, bowed respectfully, and the other young masters hurriedly saluted. Tilt a bit.

"My little nephew has caused trouble for everyone these few days." The warm pot of wine laughed.

"I helped a lot." Baili Dongjun said dissatisfied.

Lei Mengsha hurriedly said: "Where, where, the young master Baili is both wise and brave..."

The warm pot of wine reached out to stop him: "Young Master Zhuomo, I'm in a hurry, why don't you just stop talking?"

Lei Mengsha smiled awkwardly: "Yes, yes."

"I don't know how Mr. Gu will handle things here?" Wen Kejiu asked Gu Jianmen.

Gu Jianmen sighed: "Yan Bietian is dead, and Gu's revenge is considered. I am not as cruel as Yan Bietian. People in Yan's family can leave. But there is no need for the wedding. Miss Yan's family please take it with you." The members of the Yan family left, but all grievances and grievances will be settled today, if you still want to avenge the Patriarch, then it will be settled here."

"Yan Bietian died as soon as he died, what to do with it." Yan Liuli said calmly, Baimei Xiao Li and the others knew that they had absolutely no chance of winning today, so they didn't say much.

Gu Jianmen nodded: "That's very good."

"But the wedding still needs to be held." Yan Liuli said again.

Gu Jianmen was taken aback: "Who is the wedding with?"

Yan Liuli pointed at Gu Luoli in the coffin: "He."

The warm pot of wine laughed loudly: "Interesting, interesting. But the next thing has nothing to do with us, let us go first." He turned around, pulled up Baili Dongjun's collar, and jumped onto the On the courtyard wall.

Sikong Changfeng held the spear, and looked at Baili Dongjun slightly enviously.

Sikong Changfeng longed for Jianghu. This was the closest he was to Jianghu. Not only did he get to know the eighth son of Beili, but he was also able to see the warm pot of wine that had been on the top list at this moment. He was already very excited.But he also understands that all of this is only because of a coincidence, he met Baili Dongjun, and he was able to get in touch with all of this because of Baili Dongjun's glory.

And finally, Baili Dongjun was leaving.

He turned back into the wanderer holding a long gun and wandering around the world, and one day he would die by the side of the road.

Baili Dongjun turned his head and met Sikong Changfeng's eyes. At that moment, for some reason, Baili Dongjun suddenly felt a little sad, but before he could open his mouth, the warm pot of wine also turned his head, and the long-sleeved He stretched out his hand to Sikong Changfeng, and said with a smile: "This little spear fairy, won't you go with us?"

(End of this chapter)