Wutong looked at the red willow, and then, smiling at her secretly, said slowly: Sometimes, I will also treat those who are about to be killed as human beings.

Red Willow looked at her, but didn't make a move to stop her almost crazy action.

She even laughed slightly, as if she wasn't afraid that she would burn the rope off, and said in a deep voice, "That's why I'm going to talk to you."

The oil lamp in Wutong's hand was still burning the rope, the crack was getting bigger and bigger, and he said with a smile: Actually, there is nothing to talk about between us at all.

You obediently give me the "Three Days of Floating Life", and then, I put it in the fish-flavored eggplant with a quick knife, and after he eats it, you want his life, and I also got his hand, isn't that enough?

Hongliu sneered, didn't look at her at all, just put his hands behind his back, and said coldly: If things are really as simple as you say, then why should I talk to you, what's more, we have to find a place where no one will find out after we die.

As the rift widened, the rope ladder began to shake, like an angry dragon tumbling and roaring.

However, the sycamore didn't seem to have any intention of taking the oil lamp away.

At this moment, most of the rope has been burned, and the mulberry hemp that was originally twisted together has now completely dispersed, and there is a possibility of breaking it in an instant.

Wutong seemed to be afraid that the flame of the oil lamp was not strong enough, and she even picked the wick with her little thumb, and her eyes had already revealed infinite murderous intent, and said:

Since this cave is so secretive, even if a person dies, it will not be discovered by outsiders, then, of course, when a person is alive, it will not be discovered, what do you say?

You are much smarter than me, and you will not fail to understand this truth, but in many cases, it is often those who are smart who die first, and the smarter the woman, the faster she dies, especially those who think they are smart.

Hongliu looked at her, but still didn't mean to stop her, just sighed long, looked at the endless winding oil lamp dragon above her head, and said lightly:

Oh, yes, if someone pretends to be someone else's identity to trick the quick knife, do you think this woman is a smart person?

Ha, if I guessed correctly, you are not a Wutong at all, you should also be a person from the Ogi Mirror Palace, the reason why you closed your Wutong Hotel is not just because it was abandoned because of waiting for Xiang Fang, but because Wutong has been killed by you, and you are afraid that the smell of alcohol will not make Xiang Fang suspicious.

Actually, I should have thought a long time ago, you and that old goblin are wearing the same pants at all. However, I really don't understand why a vicious woman like you would live so long?

As soon as her words fell, she heard a cold voice coming from below, stiff and cold, as if tearing a crack in the ground and slowly grinding out of the inside, saying:

Actually, I don't really understand, why does a smart woman like you have to negotiate terms with such a vicious woman as her?

At this time, the oil lamp in Wutong's hand had already burned the rope, and then, only a boom was heard, and the rope ladder suddenly lost control and fell down.

If you fall down from such a deep cave, you will definitely be crushed, but Hongliu and Wutong are not damaged at all, because at this time, they must have reached the bottom of the cave.

The burned part was only more than five feet high from the bottom of the cave, and at the moment when the rope was burned, Wutong had already jumped down with Hongliu's hand.

Although he didn't fall from it, after hearing the cold voice just now, Hongliu was still startled, and even Wutong couldn't help but shudder, trembling and almost dropping the oil lamp in his hand.

At this moment, although they knew that they had reached the bottom of the cave, they never expected that there were really people waiting for them at the bottom of this dark cave.

And this person seems to have expected them to come, and is waiting for them.

The voice was indifferent and cold, like a sword hidden in a sheath, although the blade was incomparable, it did not feel the gloomy and terrifying aura.

Listening carefully, there was even some tenderness in it, as if they were suddenly reuniting with two old friends in a different place, greeting each other, and said: Since the two of you are here, please sit down.

Wutong settled down, and put the oil lamp in his hand in the direction of the sound, and found a person sitting next to a small table like a sculpture.

There was also a wine jar on the table, a wine glass, and an oil lamp with a dark yellow shade on the small table in front of him.

Probably because the light around her was too dim, she couldn't see anything else very clearly, not even the person's face.

It could only be felt in the voice that it was a man.

The bottom of the cave was not as narrow as expected, although the small one could barely accommodate a table, and the three or five people around the table, but in the boundless darkness, it felt so spacious.

Wutong looked at the man who spoke, then at the red willow, and then, the two of them looked at the man together, sat down on the extra stool next to the table, and looked at the man together.

However, the man did not look at them, but lazily picked up the wine jar on the table, poured a little wine into the glass, and then gently put it in front of the red willow, and said, "Just now, you must be very tired after climbing the rope ladder for so long, so let's drink a glass of wine to quench your thirst."

Hongliu didn't shirk, took the cup, drank it all, and then, couldn't help but "babble" for a while, and exclaimed: Why, this is not wine?

The man said lightly: You are wrong, this is wine.

As if thinking that there was something wrong with his tongue, the red willow did not wait for the man to react, and walked over and poured a glass from the jar, tasted it, nodded and said: Yes, this is indeed not wine, there is not even a trace of wine in it, I can guarantee that this is water.

The man seemed to laugh a little and said, "This is indeed wine, but the way you drink is wrong, because the person who really drinks does not drink with his mouth, but with his heart."

Hongliu didn't seem to understand, looked at him, and said: Heart, how to drink with your heart?

The man smiled again.

And before the smile was over, he suddenly picked up the wine jar on the table, and his face showed a look of complete intoxication.

It was as if what he was holding at the moment was not a jar of clear water, but a jar of really good aged daughter red, and then, with a wave of his hand, he slapped the mud seal open.

Although Hongliu still didn't smell any wine from the wine jar, the man's expression changed completely, as if he had already smelled the intoxicating aroma of wine.

The man slowly lifted the jar above his head, and with a slight force on his wrist, the water inside turned into a long rainbow and slowly poured down towards his mouth.

Then he stood up on the table, his body staggering as if he were drunk.

Although his body was shaky, and he seemed to be unable to stand steadily, his steps were not messy, not only not messy, but even very orderly.

Stepping on the two Yi Bagua, across Kunlun, upside down in the small basement without touching anything, it looks elegant and calm.