The daily life of the devil's wife

Chapter 153 Did someone die?

Mo Ran looked away, but Jun Moli didn't speak.

It's not that she recognizes the spirit weapon in this world, but the original owner.

After all, the Ruan family is a big family in the Xiyan Kingdom, even though the original owner did not get the care of the Ruan Mansion, fortunately, they can freely enter and exit any place they want.

In the Ruan Mansion, there is an attic, which houses all kinds of books, including ancient cowhide books that record spiritual weapons.

But the original owner is useless, unable to practice martial arts, and has nothing to do all day long, but can only go to the attic to read.

The wine gourd in the master's arms was what the original owner saw in the book collection in the attic.

Thanks to the original owner's good memory, she memorized all the books she had read once, so she was able to recognize the third-grade spiritual weapon just by looking at it.

Picking up the teapot on the table, he added a cup of tea to the cup.

Jun Moli took a sip, and when he put down his teacup, he saw the waiter with a dark face, walking over with two jars of wine: "I don't believe it, I can't fill your wine gourd today."

Hearing the sound, Jun Moli smiled and shook his head, making Zhuo Hao who was sitting beside him stare.

It was so beautiful, he had never seen a woman with a smile as beautiful as hers.

Since meeting in the mountains and forests, she has always had a cold face, and even her eyes are full of calm and indifference.

I have seen her calmness in the face of wolves, and her determination and ruthlessness when killing people. I thought that a woman like her would not laugh, but I didn't expect her to laugh just now, and she smiled so beautifully!

Looking obsessively at her fair and flawless side face, Zhuo Hao picked up the cup in front of him, and took a sip: "Beauty is like fine wine, the more you taste, the more beautiful it is."

Hearing his words, the corner of the waiter who was pouring wine into the wine gourd twitched his mouth: "Young master is really amazing, he can taste vinegar like fine wine."

"Scholars are sour, otherwise why would they be called poor scholars. Hahaha..." Raising his hand and stroking his beard, the old man laughed out loud, causing the diners around to cast strange glances in their direction.

Facing the gazes cast by the crowd, Zhuo Hao looked down at the vinegar bottle he was still holding, and frowned tightly together in embarrassment.

"Hehe, I've never drank vinegar in my life. I tasted it today, and I didn't expect it to taste good. It's not bad."

Listening to his powerless justification, everyone looked away.

The waiter suppressed his smile and poured all the two jars of wine on the table into the old man's wine gourd, but the wine gourd was still deflated, like a "stomach" that could not be filled.

Seeing this, the shop clerk stopped smiling, and his face darkened immediately: "What the hell is this? It's filled with my seven jars of wine, but it's still not enough."

"Hmph, the old man told you a long time ago, this wine gourd is a treasure, and there are no ten jars of wine that can't be filled."

"Looks like it's really a treasure." Turning his eyes to the wine gourd that wasn't full, a gleam of light flashed quickly from the bottom of the waiter's eyes: "All right, all right, it's just ten jars of wine, I can afford it."

Earning ten jars of good wine from the waiter in the shop, the old man smiled until his eyes were narrowed, and he hugged his wine gourd wherever he went, never letting go for a moment.

Jun Moli didn't have time to talk to him, so he went back to his room after breakfast, and practiced the various medicines recorded in the book with the equipment.

In the next few days, she didn't step out of the door, and even her three meals a day were left outside the door.

Three days later, there was an old man's miserable scream from the inn: "Ah... someone died!"

(End of this chapter)