Chapter 1989: A Mo, you will regret it

When Luo Jiuyu saw that she was not so oily and salty, a dim light flashed in her eyes: "A Mo, you will regret it."
Ning Xuemo sighed: "I have heard your words countless times."
Luo Jiuyi smiled: "Really? I believe this is the last time you heard it." It seemed to be what was decided, got up and walked away.
Ning Xuemo still did not move. She took a sip of Chinese wine, and the waiter poured another glass for her.
She hadn't touched her lips before, and her eyes were dark again, and a woman took a seat in front of her.
Flies and mosquitoes seem to be extra numerous today!
Ning Xuemo looked up and saw Tian Huan's proud face: "Master, do you look so lonely, Xue Yan is here to accompany you for a drink?"
Ning Xuemo did not speak, but took a sip of wine.
Tian Huan's expression was a bit condescending, and he smiled slightly: "The devil, in fact, there is a saying that the current affairs person is Junjie, why do you always have trouble with the Lord?"
Ning Xuemo still didn't bother to care about her.
Tian Huan was obviously a lobbyist, and he talked a lot.
The overall meaning is that now is different from the past, and now it is the world of the Lord. Her demon is now called the king in the demon world, and there is something to respect the Lord.
She said a lot, and Ning Xuemo just ignored it when she sat there.
When Tian Huanyu started to say these words to her, she was still afraid of angering her, and did not dare to say too much, and naturally did not dare to approach her.
Later, when she saw that the other party didn't respond, she thought that Ning Xuemo was afraid, and the more she said, the more excited she became, and she became more and more exaggerated.
In the end, he even said that after the demon Lord Ning Xuemo saw her future respect, he should also perform the ritual of three knees and nine knees ...
Before she was finished, a glass of wine poured directly from her head.
She didn't seem to be drunk from a glass of wine, but rather a heartfelt cold, cloud-wrapped, clothes, wet from head to toe, and the liquor dripped down her dress.
Even more weird, a wine glass was buckled upside down on her head, shaking with her movements.
The wine was scented, and Tian Huan Zhi froze directly. Only a moment later, a scream erupted: "You--" The wine glass above her head seemed unable to bear her high decibels, and it exploded directly, irritating her sharp With a cry, the pieces of the wine glass fell to the ground, making a tinkling crisp sound.
Obviously, the movement here also alarmed the people in the hall, and an infinite amount of light looked over here.
Ning Xuemo sat there, still nowhere, but the wine glass was gone.
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Although the fairyland buildings are full of spirits, they are full of spirits.
But Tianbao is the same as the ordinary Tianbao in the world. It is small, dark, and covered with straw on the corners. The cold jade bricks produced by the extreme north are at your feet. They are hard and hard to step on.
Ning Xuemo was sitting on a pile of straw, with an iron chain locked on his body, and he rattled at random.
The heavenly prison in the fairyland is also divided into three, six, and nine. The crime is light on the top floor. There are beds, tables, and even windows. Through the windows, you can see the sky outside.
The heavier crimes are in the middle floor, the room is relatively narrow, the bed is also a light wooden bed, but the room is still clean, and there is no rat flea or anything.
The bottom floor is underground, dark and humid, narrow and small. People can reach the wall when they turn around, and it is only half a foot tall. Even though Ning Xuemo, who is relatively petite, cannot stand in it, only Can sit or squat inside.