Vol 2 Chapter 211: Want her to die

"What to look at! Look at digging your eyes!" Lan Jing his half-drinking glass.
Smashed at several orcs who were suspected of being peeping at her.
The orcs retreated, and the cups slammed on their table with a crisp sound, and the fragments splashed with the red liquor.
The whole brilliance fell silent, and everyone's eyes focused on that table.
The wine meanders on the table, dripping down after reaching the edge, red as blood.
"You..." The young male beast wanted to stand up to the theory, but was stopped by his older companion, then leaned towards Lan Jing and walked towards the cash register.
That is the handsome Lanjing! Lost in the morning in the hands of the female marshal Yang Qiqi, source of this article: Bo Kan, will leave Lingwu as scheduled within three days. The mood must be extremely bad, otherwise he would not come here to get drunk, and when he went up at this time, he would definitely be bombarded with nothing left.
Lan Jing spit in their direction, then turned around, staring at the bartender fiercely with red eyes, and slapped the bar with a slap on the bar, and shouted, "On this level? Bich. Si is far away! Why? Watching my old lady, I'm going to get out of Lingwu, so I use this cat urine to fool me?"
As an experienced bartender, I have seen a lot of alcoholics. Ryan maintained a rigorous and polite expression and pushed a glass of newly adjusted cocktail in front of her: "The handsome lady Aijing will always be the existence I need to look up to. So, how can you fool the adults?! Things are gradual, and the wine is the same, the stronger the later. My lord, this cup is the'kiss of the devil', please taste it.",...,
A layer of white Momo floated on the purple black liquid, dotted with a small red fruit, which was very cute.
"Then I will come to taste and taste..." Lan Jing's expression stretched a bit, please indicate the source for reprinting. Picked up the cup and took a sip.
Sure enough, it was a strong wine, a pungent rush straight into the throat, and then flowed into the body like hot magma, burning all the way in.
"Good wine!" What Lan Jing needs now is stimulation. The stronger the wine, the more she likes it. She drank everything in the cup, leaving only the white foam and small red fruit at the bottom of the cup. She pinched the small fruit with her fingers. He chewed it in his mouth, and then stretched out his hand over Ryan's bow tie, drew his head closer, and covered his lips.
"Oh my God~" didn't dare to look directly. But always paying attention to the guests at the bar can't help but exclaim.
The door opened from the outside at this moment, and a figure appeared at the door.
Langya's gaze was watching what was happening at the bar, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and then he calmed down. He walked toward the bar, not looking at Ryan, and then he took Lan Jing's waist, and said softly, "My lord, you are drinking too much."
"Spike, you're here." Ai Jing let go of Ryan, and gave a quick push.
Ryan took a few steps back. I ran into the wine cabinet with my back. Zhan Kong Huali reminded you: After reading this chapter, I suggest you bookmark this station. This station is the fastest to publish and update. It is convenient to continue watching. A bottle of wine on top of the head shook and fell. He reached out to catch it, and put his backhand back. ,...,
"My lord~EbookFREE.me~ Let's go back." Around the arm of Langya. Lan Jing stood up from the stool and leaned halfway in his arms.
She "haha" smiled, encircled his neck and chewed passionately for a while, then suddenly dropped her head, letting her long golden hair block her face tightly.
"Go back." Her voice was endlessly empty and empty at this time.
Spike took the man out of the bar with half a support and a hug. Thinking of something, he took out a gold card from his pocket. Throwing his hand to the bar, he said, "After the bill is settled, please send it to the Church of the Holy Woman."
Jinka "dole" slanted into the wooden bar surface, shaking slightly.
Lein supported the countertop with both hands, bowed his head and spit out the chewed fruit that was fed in to the trash can under the countertop.
Hey, I'm a bartender. It’s a craftsman, not a meat seller...
"Oh, Lord Ryan, I didn't expect that being a bartender would have this benefit. There would be a female coach giving a kiss. Gaiminger. I'll try it too." When the two of Lan Jing left, someone immediately teased in the bar. From Lein. …,()