The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

Yi Shurong was stunned for a moment, then chuckled helplessly, "I didn't expect that my Yanyan is still a little drunk. But just drink this fruit wine and forget it. No matter how strong it is, it will hurt your health."

In fact, this fruit wine is already very strong. If he drinks too much on weekdays, he will inevitably get a little tipsy.

If he wanted to be more violent, he could only burn the knife.

This kind of wine is very popular among the military.

But if you drink it, it will burn your chest very much, and it is not suitable for my delicate little girl.

Yi Shurong thought as she gave Luo Liyan another glass.

Seeing her drink it again in one gulp without any red reaction on her face, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, but she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

He thought he could take this opportunity to do something to his little girl.

Unexpectedly, she was a bit drunk.

Yi Shurong thought of the little calculation hidden deep in her heart, and laughed helplessly in her heart.

After three rounds of drinking, those people saw that Yi Shurong and Luo Liyan had no intention of talking to them anymore. They couldn't sit still and suggested performing something for them.

Yi Shurong was usually wary of these things that sang, danced, and moaned for nothing, so she wrinkled her eyes and wanted to refuse.

But when it came to his head, he glanced sideways at Luo Liyan, only to see her supporting her chin with one hand, holding the wine glass between her two fingers, and shaking it gently.

The slightly raised corners of her eyes were crimson and gorgeous, like a charming little fox, charming but unaware.

Yi Shurong squeezed her hands tightly, trying to hide her in her arms, but just as her big palms held Luo Liyan's arm, she tilted her head and looked at her with sparkling eyes. To himself.

Although he didn't speak, the meaning he wanted to express in his eyes could not be concealed.

"Cousin, do you want to see them perform?" Yi Shurong's heart softened, her voice was so gentle that there was no trace of his usual arrogance.

"Yeah. I've never seen it before, and I really want to see it." Luo Liyan's voice was as soft as maltose, and her teeth were a little sticky because of the drunkenness.

No matter how unhappy Yi Shurong was when others saw her like this, she was ultimately defeated by her "never" and "especially wanted to".

"Since my cousin wants to watch it, let's watch it." Yi Shurong smiled helplessly, and when she looked at those people, her eyes turned cold and cold again.

In fact, they said such words mainly because they wanted to please Yi Shurong, but seeing him obeying Luo Liyan so much, they all felt insulted.

I always feel that they are no different from the performing women now, or even worse than them.

But the words had already been spoken, and it was obviously too late to take them back.

Taking a deep breath, those people could only pretend that there was no such person as Luo Liyan, and started performing one after another.

It is undeniable that they are quite talented and dance beautifully, but they are a bit too fairy-like and the rhythm is so slow that they make them sleepy.

The song is nice to play, but the lingering and pathos one is even more like hypnosis.

As for reciting poems and making paintings...

To be honest, judging from the appreciation level of the original owner, it is indeed very good.

But Luo Liyan had memorized many famous poems and lines, and had seen many famous paintings that would be immortalized in the world, so he could spot the faults in these paintings at a glance.

After watching it for a while, she couldn't help but feel a little bored.