Wild beast war god

Sikong Jing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked calmly, "The master wants to reward me with a table of wine and food?"

Of course he knew it wasn't that simple, but he said so on the surface.

Hearing this, Ling Yuyue smiled softly, as if this smile made the entire dark nineteenth floor brighter. She picked up the wine glass and drank it all, then said: "Of course not only that, my grandfather will also give me... a reward to you."

When Ling Yuyue said this, Sikong Jing's eyes flashed with coldness.

But he immediately understood what was going on.

It's just like the so-called beauty trap, to make the person loyal or obedient, and at the same time to get his imperial inheritance or something.

Taking a deep breath, Sikong Jing smiled faintly and said, "The master of the family wants me to be his grandson-in-law?"

Ling Yuyue poured more wine and drank another glass before continuing...

"Yes, although my grandfather is very dissatisfied with what you have done and thinks you are too disobedient, he still wants to try to make you and us become a family. I hope that you, a genius, can truly consider the family."

"He really values ​​your talent."

After two glasses of wine, Ling Yuyue's face was slightly red, and her eyes were like rippling water waves, looking at Sikong Jing, but she immediately poured another glass of wine...

A trace of pity appeared on her face again, and she smiled bitterly, "For the sake of him, and for the sake of our lineage, I must become your woman, and from now on we will share the joys and sorrows together."

As he spoke, he drank the fourth cup.

Her face turned even redder, and an expression of beauty and pity appeared on her face.

Her voice turned into a faint whisper, as if she was very unwilling, yet had to agree.

It was like she kept drinking, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

After the fourth cup, she opened her red lips again...

She said tenderly, "If you drink this glass of wine, we will be one from now on. We will be a family from now on. My grandfather and I will do our best to help you get revenge on Ling Dongwei."

As she spoke, Ling Yuyue pointed her trembling finger towards the wine glass in Sikong Jing's direction.

Sikong Jing looked at Ling Yuyue, and slowly walked to the front of the table, also sitting on the floor. He looked at Ling Yuyue silently, and asked softly: "If you don't want to, why bother yourself?"

As Sikong Jing spoke, ripples appeared in Ling Yuyue's beautiful eyes and a tear fell from her eyes.

But she wiped away her tears immediately and chuckled, "How could I not be willing? I am obviously willing..."

After another glass of wine, she stood up shakily and said with a smile: "Look, I dressed up carefully to see you. Do you think I look beautiful now?"

As she spoke, she bent down and threw herself on the table, put her face close to Sikong Jing and asked, "Look at me, answer me, am I... beautiful?"

Sikong Jing looked back at her calmly and said softly: "Very beautiful..."

After saying that, he immediately withdrew his gaze, picked up the wine on the table, and quickly drank it.

"Giggle..."

Ling Yuyue burst into giggles, her body shaking with laughter, and it seemed as if she was laughing out of deep grievance, but out of the corner of her eye she was looking at Sikong Jing drinking.

In her heart, she laughed secretly...

"It was easy."

"How can it be so difficult to conquer Ling Jianxing? A genius like him who only thinks about revenge, of course, needs the comfort of a woman the most. Moreover, this seemingly cold man cannot resist a wronged and pitiful beauty the most."

"It would be strange if he could bear the beauty who had to accept the grievance."

"Looking at his current appearance, it is obvious that he is obsessed with cultivation and has never had much contact with women. Now that I have casually provoked him, he has started to use drinking to cover up his inner restlessness."

Yes, in Ling Yuyue's eyes, the way Sikong Jing was drinking was just a way to hide the restlessness in his heart.

"Unfortunately, what you don't know is that there is poison in my wine, something that has no antidote."

"It will make it more difficult for you to suppress your inner feelings."

"Even if you are made of stone, you will become the craziest monster next."

Ling Yuyue spoke quietly, then sat down again, looked at Sikong Jing who had put down his wine glass and asked, "Is the wine good?"

In response, Sikong Jing raised his eyes and replied softly: "Indeed, it is a good wine."

"Then let's continue drinking..."

Ling Yuyue poured more wine for Sikong Jing, and then the two of them started drinking in the dark environment of the nineteenth floor.

He drank one cup after another, and in front of Ling Yuyue's eyes, Sikong Jing's face gradually turned red.

This made Ling Yuyue even more proud and she thought to herself: You didn't force yourself to get rid of the alcohol. You are still enjoying the dizzy feeling that the wine brings you. Your inner fragility has gradually been exposed in front of this young lady.

Easy, so easy...

Ling Yuyue laughed sinisterly in her heart, and then she looked at Sikong Jing drunkenly and said, "Ling Jianxing, from tonight on, I am your woman, you can't treat me badly..."

As she spoke, she slowly leaned over the table, her coat sliding down slightly.

This made her look more and more like someone who wanted to be bullied and possessed, and of course she was pretending to be drunk. In his eyes, Sikong Jing had already drunk the alcohol and been poisoned by her, so it was impossible for him to resist.

Sure enough, she immediately heard Sikong Jing's approaching breathing.

In her heart, she was secretly ecstatic.

"Right now, I will turn you into a sharp knife in my hand, Ling Yuyue, and my most loyal dog."

Ling Yuyue continued to fantasize in her heart, and then she felt Sikong Jing's breath getting closer and closer, and she felt even more proud.

Suddenly, Sikong Jing's voice rang in her ears: "Oh no! I'm still halfway through restoring a fragment of a classic."

As the voice fell, Sikong Jing's breath disappeared in vain, and then he left like the wind.

Ling Yuyue, who was expecting something, was dumbfounded. What the hell?

Ling Yuyue, who was pretending to be drunk, quickly opened her eyes slightly, and then she saw Ling Jianxing in her eyes, who had picked up a fragment of a book and was making a lot of hand prints on it.

"Fuck, I'm a beautiful woman drunk here, and you suddenly go to mess with the Candian?"

"Candian, are you as good-looking as me?"

Ling Yuyue almost widened her eyes, and then froze in thought: "No, he was poisoned by me."

If he had just drunk alcohol, it was possible that he would sober up all of a sudden, but the alcohol also contained poison, which no medicine could cure. How could Ling Jianxing resist it?

"Is he holding it back?"

Ling Yuyue thought about it again, and then said softly: "In the future, will you...hmm?"

Before she could finish her words, Ling Yuyue suddenly felt a gust of wind coming towards her, and then with a "slap", a crisp slap sounded heavily on her face.

She screamed subconsciously, and was knocked out by the slap, hitting the wall heavily.

She was completely stunned. She covered her face and looked at Sikong Jing, her eyes wide open.

"What are you arguing about? I hate it most when someone disturbs me when I'm working seriously." Sikong Jing spoke without turning his head.