Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

Sierra had been standing by the window for a while, holding a white jug on her chest filled with red flowers.A gust of wind blew in, smelling of wine, filth and sweat, she held her breath slightly, and turned to open the door.

The scent of camellia rolled into the room, diluting the smell from Sera's nose.

She didn't care that Shelley broke into the room directly. A while ago, the two of them talked together almost every day.The pleasant chat quickly shortened the distance between each other, not to mention, it was still in this special environment.

"This bottle is really pretty." Shelley said curiously.

Before Sera could speak, she stretched out her hand and took the flagon very naturally.Then he touched it with his hands for a long time, as if he was dealing with a novelty, and he seemed eager to find a certain position.

Finally, after passing a certain uneven place, Shelley asked, "Which guest brought you wine?"

Sera didn't respond immediately. She found the white clay pot that she drank earlier, and rinsed it carefully with water.

"I'll pour some for you, take it back and drink it slowly. This is a sauce-flavored baijiu, which is very popular among nobles."

She cautiously pressed the spouts of the two jugs tightly, for fear of spilling a drop.

"They don't look the same." Shelley pointed to the bottle.Compared with Serra's original jug body, today's bottle is slightly different in details - it is more delicate.

"It's getting better and better, isn't it?" Sera's eyes are shining, as if seeing hope through a clay vase.

Shelley had a panoramic view of the other party's expression.

"take it."

"...You don't want to keep it?" Shelley was taken aback for a moment, she looked at the heavy and even heavy jar stuffed into her bosom, "Just like this...give it to me?"

"You like it too, don't you?" To be honest, Sierra was really reluctant, because it was a gift that Zac brought her today.

However, she will go out in the future, and Zach will have countless things that can be given away.At that time, everything will be endowed with different meanings, and she can afford to wait.

"It's okay, old bottles are nice too," Serra replied.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the heart.Shelley became more and more sure of what she was thinking, and when she raised her eyes again, there was a layer of complicated strangeness in her eyes.

"Thank you, Sierra." With a solemn and innocent face, she solemnly thanked you.

Sera pinched Shelley's cheeks, and after the person left, the residual temperature of her fingertips also subsided.

The intertwining of toasts and the sound of warblers and swallows became blurred in the coldness of the snow; she fell asleep smelling the sound of the wind and slept peacefully all night.

The dream was sweet, until the eyes were opened, Sera's heart was still burning.She was curled up in bed alone, and although her mind was befuddled, the memory led her excitedly back to what Zac had said to her a few days earlier.

"Nianhua's boss - Huo Li, he is willing to meet you."

Selah gasped, struggling to get out of the bedding.

Holly would like to see him, she thought enthusiastically.Zach really has the ability to convince Nianhua's boss.Phew...it's so cold, the winter on Lost Island has always been so freezing, it seems to be warmer today.

A female branch girl, and a singing girl, if everything goes well, then this will be her.

She didn't want to strip the identity of "female branch daughter" from her life at all.Because of its existence, it has stabbed deeply into the years, so, for Sera, it is a part of her today.

Sierra couldn't restrain herself from being immersed in fantasies. Even in just one morning, she had already figured out what kind of house to buy and how to decorate it.

"Concentrate on serving." The guest pinched Sera's buttocks in dissatisfaction, and she regained consciousness slightly.

"Sorry, my lord." She knelt obediently to the ground, between her legs.The eyes are downcast, hiding boredom and darkness.

She also thought about what kind of reaction Boss Nianhua would have when she confirmed to Zach in disbelief that she had a daughter.

"Sister, you don't need to worry, as I said, he is a good man. 'It's all right, it doesn't matter. I know, it shouldn't be her responsibility.'—Well, this is the third time you want me to If you haven't heard enough, I'll repeat it the fourth or fifth time...until you get tired of hearing it!"

Zach imitated it vividly. Serra had never seen the real face of the boss, but she couldn't help but fell into a deep joy, and then pulled Zach to cry.

She swallowed her tears and swallowed the smelly stuff in her throat.She couldn't resist the guest's request.Just hold on a little longer...

"Dead, dead!" The screams outside the house were like thunderbolts, waking up the disheveled people on the bed.

"What a quarrel! Killing a thousand knives, it's a good thing to spoil me, my second child has a problem, the first one will come to chop your bird..."

There was a mix of shouting and chaotic footsteps outside the door.

"I'll go out and have a look." The guest picked up his clothes, wrapped them up with him, and left Sera behind him.

Obviously, compared to the carcass, the excitement of the dead made him want to find out more.

Selah wasn't interested in such things, and she scratched her throat as hard as she could, trying to vomit out the filth she had just swallowed.

With red eyes, she cleaned her hands and mouth. Near the window, she vaguely heard noisy voices not far away.

Among them, there was a voice that she was very familiar with.

Sera changed her indifferent posture, quickly put on her clothes, rushed to the door of the bustling brothel, and pushed away the crowd—sure enough, she was surprised to see that Shelley was sitting on the ground, holding a body lying on his back, weeping. .

"... When he walked out of my room, his footsteps floated like walking on ice... Huh... I didn't expect, I didn't expect..."

Shelley's cheeks were stained with tears, and a drop slid down the front of the corpse.Sela took a jerk back, averting her eyes, trying to avoid the corpse's face.

With just one glance, Sera felt that he might have a nightmare tonight——his lips were purple, and a bluish-black liquid was overflowing from the corners of his lips.His face melted like snow, and his nose was like a stick stuck upside down in a pile of melted wax.

"Looks like a drunk!" shouted a voice from the crowd, "I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Did he drink?"

"What wine?"

"It's...it's liquor." Shelley's shoulders trembled, as if he had come to his senses.

After a few seconds of silence, the crowd was in an uproar.

"As soon as he stepped out of the mandala, his back foot fell to the ground!" A passerby who witnessed the whole process shouted to the surroundings.

"Could it be that there was poison in the wine? Just tell me, girl, did you poison it!"

"I have no reason to hurt him!" Shelley shook his head and sobbed. "I don't know this guest, but I'm just afraid that if I drink that bottle of white wine..."

"Is it really because of the wine?"

The onlookers chattered and started discussing.

"What kind of poison can make people die so horribly, it's like black magic."

"Dark magic? You mean, dark elements?"

The crowd was frying again, and some people hurriedly left, as if the air here was full of ominousness.

"Give way." A tall man squeezed forward.Everyone's eyes focused on him, and people noticed that although the man was dressed in ordinary clothes, he had an extraordinary aura.

"What's your name?" The man seemed to have no fear of the corpse under him, and his tone was indifferent.

"Shelley."

"Go get the wine, the 'blood' that this man vomited does have the smell of black magic... What are you doing in a daze? I'm a magician."

Nodding, Shelley stumbled up and ran into the gate of the Mandala brothel.

At this time, there was another voice from the crowd: "Hiss... just say why he looks so familiar, I seem to know him."

"How rotten is this face, how do you know it!"'

"Nonsense, I can tell by looking at the clothes." A passer-by muttered, "A few days ago... four days ago, I had a drink with him. That night, he was dressed exactly the same as the day. No, brand new leather boots, and a deerskin coat with slightly frayed elbows."

"I asked him at the time, 'Why is your coat a little bit out of place, like a bearskin over a hay stalk.'

"He said that he is a squire from Svia. Because of gambling, he lost all his underwear, and all his property was used to repay the usury. He only came to the Lost Island not long ago."

Passers-by are still talking about it, but they get farther and farther away, talking about trivial matters in life.Fortunately, Shelley finally brought the wine jug, and the discussion was temporarily suspended.

"Isn't that the liquor from Nianhua Tavern?!" Someone exclaimed.

"Yeah, he's the only one who can make wine bottles so beautifully. Wait, maybe..."

Shelley shook her hands, and handed the jug to the tall magician.The magician glanced at the bottle and uncorked the red cloth stopper.

He squatted on the ground and poured out a little wine.

The transparent liquid dipped into the thin snow, bleeding a layer of dark color.The magician stretched out his hand, reciting some spell silently, and the bystanders held their breath for fear of disturbing him.

Suddenly, a ball of flames burst out from the man's hand, and the flames burned towards Bo Xue; immediately after, a puff of black smoke ignited in the air!

An indescribable stench spread all around, and people avoided in horror, covering their mouths and noses.

"It's black magic." The magician said solemnly.

Breathing sounds came and went, and they whispered to each other.

"Where did you get the wine?" the magician asked Shelley seriously.

In the middle of the crowd at the entrance of Mandala Brothel, when everyone was paying attention, a woman hugged her arms tightly and clenched her teeth.

She shrank between the bodies, trying to hide herself, but her legs couldn't move anyway.A pair of invisible hands desperately pinched her ankles, holding her in place.

Sera is waiting for the judgment of fate, and the only handle of the knife is held by the focus of sight-Shelley, this person she never expected even a few candles ago.

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