Chapter 874: Reach out to hug (14)

At the willow on the moon, the maid waiting outside heard the sound of the wine jar smashing inside, and immediately forgot Shen Jing's instructions and hurriedly opened the door and went in.
There was a mess in the hall, and Shen Jing sat on the table with a lazy posture, holding a jar of wine in his hand.
He raised his head and took a sip, and the liquor ran down the corners of his lips to his neck, and then slowly poured into his clothes.
The drunk Shen Jing was like a demon, only at this time, he truly looked like a demon, a demon of soul.
The coquettish lips became more rosy with wine.
The maid was dumbfounded, her gaze seemed to stick to Shen Jing's body.
King...It's so beautiful.
The maid slowly approached, walked to Shen Jing's side, and persuaded shyly and shyly: "My lord, drinking alcohol hurts your body, you don't drink anymore."
Shen Jing lowered his hand holding the wine jar a bit, and moved his eyes to the maid's face.
The maid's cheeks were flushed by his slightly seductive eyes.
Shen Jing looked at her without speaking.
The maid thought her persuasion had worked.
She fell in love with the king since the first time she saw the king, but she did not dare to speak, but she knew that there must be something very sad in the king's heart, so sometimes, she would see the king suddenly standing Somewhere, the brows and eyes were full of sadness.
She felt sorry for him like this.
So I want to get close to him and let him not feel sad.
The maid took the courage and continued: "The slave does not want the king to be sad. Although the slave is slight, but as long as it can make the king happy, the slave is willing to do anything."
She said, biting her lip, lowering her head not to look at Shen Jing.
Shen Jing was not drunk at all, he drank so much, but the more he drank, the more sober he became.
He was just deceiving himself, telling himself that he was drunk, to paralyze himself.
There was a playful smile on Shen Jing's face: "I want anything?"
Hope arose in the maid's heart, she immediately raised her head, wanting Shen Jing to take a good look at her.
She nodded: "Yes, I would like to do anything."
Shen Jing stretched out his hand, and his white and slender fingers were about to fall on her cheeks.
The maid closed her eyes, extremely nervous.
She had already smelled the faint fragrance on his body, if so, it would be a blessing to be touched by him.
However, just a little bit, Shen Jing's hand stopped in midair.
The maid waited for a long time before waiting. She opened her eyes suspiciously, and a cool smile hung on the corners of Shen Jing's lips. Her light gray eyes were as cold as jade.
His voice was like passing ice: "Oh? That deity wants to kill now, are you willing to sacrifice to make the deity happy?"
The heartbeat suddenly became faster, and the maid looked at his face and realized that he was not joking.
Qingli's little face turned pale in an instant.
She liked the king, yes, but what she said to make him happy was to imply something else, not to sacrifice herself.
Dead, but there is nothing left.
So she said with a trembling body: "The slave servant... the slave servant..."
So this is how people can lie.
Suddenly, Shen Jing lost interest, retracted his hand, and said in a calm tone: "I entered the temple without permission from the deity and died."
The voice just fell, but within a moment of effort, the maid who was still standing in front of Shen Jing directly turned into smoke.
Shen Jing's eyes were stained with blood, and a ray of red light flashed in his pale gray eyes.
With a light wave of his hand, the wine jars in front of him disappeared.
Tomorrow will be a very interesting day.