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"The most important thing about Percy wine is the drinking container. A good container can perfectly balance the sweetness, acidity, and bitterness of the grapes." A faint fragrance came from behind, with the smell of alcohol and tobacco, passing by The ear of the witch.

It's Quluo!

With a sinister smile, he took the wine glass in the hand of the witch, shook it back and forth, his gestures were still so elegant, then he raised his head, and drank in one gulp at the lip marks on the glass, and there was more wine in his narrow eyes. Some deep meaning: "It tastes good."

Mo Niang was very close to him, and could clearly see his movements, that was where she drank...

Qu Luo turned sideways, still smiling wickedly, but the smile never reached his eyes: "Miss Xian'er, do you know who the so-called prisoner woman is?"

"I, I..." Xian'er didn't know what to say, her eyes were red with grievance, she looked pitiful.

Qu Luo put his hand on the demon girl's waist, tightened it slightly, and drew a cold arc at the corner of her mouth: "She is the only heir of the demon family, she can mount a gun at the age of five, drink the world's fine wine at the age of seven, and win the emperor at the age of 11." Give the summons, a dance that will dazzle the entire court!"

Hearing this, Mo Niang couldn't help but pause, and looked at the perfect handsome face beside her.

How does this person know so clearly about her?

"I..." Xian'er bit her thin lips. She, who had never been angry before, was very dissatisfied in her heart, and tears fell one by one: "Even so, she has been in prison, a woman who has been in prison , is different from us, of course I have to ask more."

Qu Luo listened with a half-smile, and his tone was still low and gentle: "Of course you are different."

Xian'er hummed, and the corners of her mouth just turned up.

Hearing Qu Luo's cold voice change the subject: "A daughter of a little magistrate deserves to be compared with a descendant of the Mo family? Hong Jiu, go and find out, what makes Miss Xian'er so confident!"

"Brother Luo..." Hong Jiu looked at him helplessly, there was no need to be so stiff.

Qu Luo hooked her thin lips: "What? Don't want to go?"

"No, it's not!" Hong Jiu touched the bridge of his nose, leaned over, and whispered in Qu Luo's ear, "This line belongs to the Qu family."

Qu Luo's eyes sank: "The Qu family's?"

"That's right!" The magistrate is also a bold one. He took a step forward and planned to give it a go: "Young Master Luo, you should also think about it carefully. The next official advises Young Master Luo not to go your own way. You are also from the capital. You are more familiar with that circle than me. Maybe you can pretend to be a master in my Luan County, but Mr. Luo, don’t forget that when you arrive in the capital, there is also the Qu family. The next official asked himself that he would not offend Mr. Luo in any way, but if you moved me , it is equivalent to moving the composer!"

The quality of the prefect's words was clear and clear, revealing a kind of arrogance that is superior to ordinary people.

He is not afraid, let him check if he wants to.

He couldn't believe it anymore, a playboy still has the ability to find out about the Qu family.

If this Young Master Luo is smart enough, he should understand the truth that enough is enough!

The magistrate had a big wine belly, as if he was determined that the other party would show weakness, and his chin was raised high.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that the other party actually smiled. There was an indescribable evil charm in that smile, which made people shudder from the bottom of their hearts.

Hong Jiu opened his mouth countless times, and finally said nothing, just hid in the corner, pretending that he didn't know this shit magistrate at all!

Dead, this magistrate is absolutely dead!

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