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"Don't say so much! Come and drink and drink!" Lin Shao held a wine jar and began to drink and drink.

The mood after the end of the sword, for Song Qingfeng, can not be considered bad, but really can not be said to be good, and immediately with a few people to make a cup.

"Hey ~ fat man, why don't you drink it?" Xu Luo took a shot of Wang Tai's shoulder.

Since playing Diablo together, the relationship between the two sides is not bad. This drinking, just by the way, is called out.

"Drink!" Wang Tai stunned, he did not play the Legend of the Paladin, and most of them are watching others play, so in terms of mood, it is the same as a few people.

"It's a pity that this wine is much worse than Sprite." Song Qingfeng sipped while drinking.

"Sprite is not intoxicating!" After all, Lin Shao gave himself a sip, and his face seemed to be flushed because he drank too much too much.

It’s not just them. At this time, many customers on the table in the breeze and the moon are carrying the altar wine. Even Shen Qingqing, who barely drinks alcohol on weekdays, has a jasper wine and sits at the window.

Xu Zixin was sitting opposite her, a pot of wine and belly, her face was not red and not breathing.

"I still love to drink Sprite!" Shen Qingqing also drank a small cup, a pretty face was stained with a layer of red, Shen Qingqing muttered.

Xu Zixin dragged the toon and his eyes narrowed: "If the breeze of the Qing Dynasty is as delicious as Haagen-Dazs, how good the drinks are as good as Sprite."

The waiter serving the dish was black.

These days, Sprite, Haagen-Dazs, and the ears have heard the scorpion, and I don’t know what it is. It’s compared with the refreshing drink of the Qingyue Pavilion. When I eat it, I count the wind and the moon. Things are not good? !

To know the chef of the Qingfeng Mingyue Pavilion, but the chef invited from the capital is not much more than the royal chef in the palace!

At this time, on the fourth floor of the Qingfeng Mingyue Pavilion, a very chic Accord.

After the curtain, it is a woman's silhouette. Although it is separated by a gauze curtain, it is faintly visible that the woman's facial features are clear and beautiful. The beauty is deeply embedded under the Emei, and the two lips are filled with aristocratic lips. The arrogance is full of grace and elegance: "Qinghe, oh."

Standing in front of her is a man and a woman dressed in meticulousness. The man is about thirty years old, his eyes are steady, and the two seem to be headed by men.

There is a pot of tea in the woman's hand, quite casual: "I just came back from the capital, and I don't want to take a break. What happened? Report it."

The two immediately reported on the situation of these days and the breeze.

“There are often guests who say...we can’t compare our wines to a sprite in a small shop?” The woman seemed to feel a bit ridiculous. “Why is the snack far from Haagen-Dazs?”

The woman dismissed: "A small shop, what do these guests like to eat, let them eat, and how much can it affect us?"

......

Su Tianzhao stood outside the Heavenly Temple, feeling like a thin layer of shackles. It was already into the night. At night, under the stars, watching the ghosts outside the mountains, the stars outside the stars, above the apex, there seems to be a layer of desolate that has never been felt before. .

Picking up the fingertips, Jianguang is like a clear spring, and the flowers outside the temple are flying in the sea.

Nalan Hongwu stood in front of the Nalan's main hall and felt a sense of heart. He said with a sigh of relief: "When the old man was still a young man, he listened to the one who had mentioned the word "wu no side" and the old man spent most of his life. Can you really do it, is it really so difficult?"

The old man behind him, for a long time without a word, did not know how long it took before he replied: "Master, we are all old."

Nalan Hongwu laughed, and in the laughter, I don’t know whether it’s late or helpless: “Also, it’s all old, and I’m thinking about what’s wrong.”

There are reopening days for flowers, and there are no more people.

It’s more serious to think about things that are good for the rest of the world.

Nalan Hongwu took a sigh of relief. Today, he only wants to play with flowers and flowers. When he is free to play, it is enough to distract himself.

"Compared to ‘wu’s nowhere,’ the old man is more eager for the phrase “good for water.”” Nalan Hongwu’s life has been conquered, and today’s mood is more yearning for peace.

Nalan Mingxue stood in her garden filled with pear trees and seemed to see God.

"Miss Nalan, are you sad too?" The cigarette still held a handkerchief and wiped it from time to time.

"No." She looked back, and the moonlight shone on her bright, snowy cheek. She asked, "Smoke, what do you think of the game in the boss's store?"

"Very good." Although the smoke didn't know why Nalan Mingxue suddenly asked this question, he still replied, "Although the world of the previous two games is weird, they are quite novel, and I don't know. Whose whimsy, the legend of the sword and the sword... The world described in it is more consistent with us, but I did not expect it to be more greasy, but it feels more classic..."

"So what do you like?"

"Of course!" mentioning this, the smoke is excited, "Now say it... I like this legendary swordman!"

"Yeah..." Nalan Mingxue lowered her head. "The characters inside, the martial arts, what ~www.readwn.com~ are quite popular, everyone likes it, so ah... this is very Oh no."

"Do you like why it is not good?" The smoke suddenly heard a fog.

"It's very simple." Nalan Mingxue is methodical. "The boss's shop business is so good, naturally there will be people who slap his business; although there is no peer, but as a business, the role is similar, they will be dissatisfied. The boss robbed their business; the boss was only a civilian, but now there is a tendency to overwhelm the nobility... In short, many places are not good for him, even if there is a monk sitting in the town, it is not what Things can be solved."

Nalan Mingxue said a little bit of smoke on the chest: "The human heart... is always complicated, not to mention the instrument called the computer. I am afraid there are many people who are hot, want to take a slice of it..."

Don't say anything else, at least she used to be one of them.

"These people do not really play a big role, but they are afraid that someone will bring them together."

......

SAARC Chamber of Commerce.

No matter where, in any world, there is no shortage of businesses like businessmen, even in this world where monks and warriors are everywhere.

Whether it is an indispensable instrument for monks, medicinal herbs, or martial arts reels and forged medicinal materials required by military personnel, it has greatly stimulated the prosperity of business development.

It is natural to be able to make this industry bigger and stronger, and to give high-ranking monks and powerful military personnel a trade demand. Such a chamber of commerce is also unusual.

Huo Chong is a well-dressed, lean-aged middle-aged man who is also a monk and a powerful monk.

He sat at the table, holding a letter in his hand, and his eyes were slightly condensed: "Pang Rulie?"