My Evil Imperial Wife is Too Arrogant

  Lou Muyan sees Mo Yan's black face and slightly raised eyebrows. He also has an alternative beauty.

  I can't help but sigh that the beauty is so beautiful in all her actions.

"No, how could I look at your joke." Seeing Mo Yan's face was getting darker, she immediately said with a grin: "If you don't leave Xizhaolou, you should restore your body, otherwise it will be too tricky. ."

  Mo Yan is too beautiful and they have to be noticed wherever they go, which is not conducive to their behavior.

  It’s no wonder that Mo Yan didn’t like to be transformed into human form before. It turned out that being too handsome was a burden.

  The beauty of Mingxiu is the kind of wanton and domineering arrogance. Although it is a focal point wherever he goes, it does not have the astonishing beauty of Mo Yan.

  Mo Yan exudes an aura of alienation and indifference. Not only can it attract women's eyes, but many men can't help being tempted by him and want to take him back and hide them deeply.

   And the evil and enchanting domineering temperament of Meditation makes people feel that it is superior, and no man dares to hit him at all. Women are just to win his favor.

   Both men are very handsome, but they are very different.

  Mo Yan doesn’t like to get attention wherever he goes, he nodded: "Okay!"

  Murong Qing and Murong Yu listened to Lou Mu Yan's mouth when they said that they recovered their body, thinking that Mo Yan would also be a spiritual pet, right?

  They were shocked when they watched the graceful and beautiful Crimson Emperor turn into a Crimson Bee Queen. They didn't notice a trace of demonic cultivation on the Crimson Emperor's body.

   "Take a bar." Lou Muyan looked at Murongyu and said.

  She wanted to taste the spirit wine of Xi Zhaolou in Guangling Realm.

  Murong Yu stroked his forehead, it is not certain whether he can buy it.

   "Let me see." He stood up and got out of the private room.

Murong's family is one of the eight strongest families in Northland. Every day in Xizhaolou, he orders limited-edition spirit wines for sale. If it is sold out, he can first intercept two pots of the reserved share of the family and give it to Lou Muyan. drink.

   Soon, Murong Yu returned to the private room with two pots of spirit wine.

   "Did you get it?" Lou Muyan raised his head and said.

  Murong Yu shrugged and said: “No, today’s limited spirit wine has been ordered by the people in other private rooms. This is our Murong’s reservation. I will get two pots to taste first.”

  Murong Qing smiled and said nothing. The limited spirit wine sold by Xi Zhaolou was ordered by the elder of the family, and it was nothing to intercept two pots as Murong Yu.

   Then Lou Muyan ordered a few more dishes, picked up the jug and poured a glass of spirit wine for everyone.

  Murongyu took a sip of the wine with joy, and said with endless aftertaste: “The spirit of Xi Zhaolou tastes good, if you don’t limit the purchase, it’s fine.”

  Although the seller of Xizhaolou Lingjiu is very expensive, as the young master of Murong's family, he can still buy a pot every day.

  Mo Yan frowned slightly as he smelled the aroma of the wine in the cup, took a sip and immediately put the wine glass down, without speaking, but completely disgusted.

  "It's so awful!" Bingji was more direct, took a sip from the glass, and then put the glass on the table without touching it.

  Miaomiao and Blood and Blood also put down their cups one after another, "It's really bad to drink."

  Red Emperor didn’t drink it, she didn’t like it just by smelling the strong scent of wine, "The taste is also unpleasant."

   "..." Murong Yu twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and after he said that the spirit wine tasted good, they said that spirit wine was awful. This is a face slap!

   But looking at their disgusting appearance, it doesn't seem like they are deliberately singing against him.

  Lei Huang had never drunk the spirit wine brewed by Lou Muyan before. He picked up the cup and took a sip, "I think it's okay!"

   "That's because you haven't had a good drink." Mo Yan said lightly.

  The spirit wine brewed by Xi Zhaolou is far worse than Lou Muyan.

   "Yes, this so-called limited spirit wine is nothing but **** compared to the one brewed by my master." Bingji vomited unceremoniously.

  "This is the worst spirit wine I have ever drunk." Miao Miao curled her lips.

  The blood also disgusted and nodded: "Not only is it unpleasant but also pungent."

   "..." Murong Yu poured another cup for himself and tasted it, it tastes good! How can it be so bad as they say.

  Lei Huang was told by them that he had no desire to drink. He looked at Lou Muyan and said, "I want to drink the spirit wine from their mouths."

  He knew that what this woman kept privately was all good things. Since Mo Yan and they both dislike this spirit wine, it means that she must have something better.

  The seven-pin pill that she brews tastes very good, basically without the bitterness of spiritual grass, but has a fragrance that melts in the mouth.

  Lou Muyan picked up the wine glass and smelled it, “The taste of the wine is too strong and the taste of Lingguo is covered up.”

  Although he disliked it, he took a sip, and then commented: "The sommelier who made this spirit wine is too crude to refine, and the purity is not up to the sixth-grade spirit wine."

  Lei Huang leaned his head to the side of Lou Muyan and said blankly: "Lingjiu, I want to drink!"

  He will be infinitely squeezed by him when he is with this woman. How can he not charge any interest?

  The spirit wine brewed by this woman is even satisfied with Mo Yan's picky demon cultivator, and it will definitely surprise him.

   Lou Mu Yan gave him a white look, and stretched out his hand to push his leaning head away, "You are really conscious."

   "Of course." Lei Huang raised his eyebrows.

  It’s a fool if there are advantages, but Lou Muyan and a few spiritual pets taught him with practical actions.

  Lou Muyan funny took out two pots of six-grade blood sac wine and put them on the table, "You guys taste this six-grade spirit wine."

  Lei Huang unceremoniously picked up a jug and poured a glass. The iced blood sac wine still breathed white gas, and the fragrant wine fragrance was quiet and cold.

  His eyes lit up and he took a sip from his glass.

   "It's delicious!" He drank the remaining half a cup of wine, and directly put the pot of spirit wine in front of him and kept pouring.

  Murongyu and Murongqing also smelled the sweet and cold aroma of wine. It was the first time they had encountered this kind of spirit wine.

  Murong Yu hurriedly picked up another pot and poured a cup for his third brother, then poured himself a cup and took a sip.

  "Drink it well!" Murongyu's handsome face was a little bit obsessed, and after some aftertaste, he said: "I finally understand why you guys say that Xi Zhaolou's spirit wine is awful."

  "Only when you have drunk Muyan wine, you will really find that the ones you drank before are defective." He finished the glass of wine and continued: "This is the best spirit wine I have ever drunk."

   Bingji curled his lips, "We won't drink this kind of spirit wine a long time ago."

  They now only drink the Qipin Ling wine brewed by the owner, and the taste and efficacy of Liupin Ling wine are still much worse.

   "..." Murong Yu froze, Bing Ji came out specifically to sing against him.

  Lei Huang caught the meaning of Bingji’s words. He looked at Lou Muyan in a surreptitious manner and said aggrievedly: "Since you are taking the spirit wine that they all hate to drink to send me away."

   "I've been busy recently, and I don't have time to brew Qipin Lingjiu. They drank all the rest before."

   Lou Muyan shrugged and continued: “They only take seventh-class pill, drink only seventh-class spirit wine, and only absorb refining middle-grade spirit stones, which consumes very quickly, so there are only sixth-rank ones."

  In her retreat for more than a month, several spirit pets had already drunk all the spirit wine she put in the bell space, and the sixth-grade ones were too disgusting, so there were only a few pots left.