With a sudden thought, he groped for the secret compartment on the bed and took out a small bottle of peach blossom wine.
As the sweet drink entered his mouth, Yan Huailiu muttered somewhat dissatisfiedly, "It's not strong enough at all."
It's not as good as the Erguotou he bought for a few dollars. This stuff tastes like juice.
The consequence of looking down on this jar of wine is that you will fall asleep the next day.
Several apprentices took turns to serve, but facing the closed door, no one dared to knock on the door and disturb them.
The heavy rain has been falling intermittently from last night to tonight, and there is still no sign of stopping.
Scattered lightning illuminated the dim little room, and deafening thunder rang out several times in succession, finally waking up the person lying in bed.
Yan Huailiu's first feeling was cold.
He pulled the quilt next to him closer to himself, opened his eyes and looked around.
It was a completely unfamiliar room filled with an ancient atmosphere, and beneath him was a wooden bed with exquisite carvings, soft bedding, and a faint fragrance.
On the long table in the southwest corner, a huge night pearl was quietly emitting light, and the tightly closed window did not shake at all in the storm.
Very good, today's dream also made me feel safe. Yan Huailiu closed his eyes and lay down contentedly.
Three seconds later, he suddenly stood up, covering his head and waiting for the dizziness to pass.
Okay, I'm awake now, it's not a dream.
He is no longer the socially anxious guy who stays at home reading novels, watching TV series and writing programs, but a poor guy who is forced to accept the cannon fodder script and find a way to survive from the villain.
Yan Huailiu got off the bed and walked barefoot to the table, wanting to pour himself a cup of tea to moisten his throat, but there was not a drop of water in the teapot.
He drank and wailed softly before falling asleep, and now his throat was burning.
He frowned and opened the door. Big raindrops hit his face, making him frown in pain.
Looking at the weather, I don’t think we’ll run into anyone. Why don’t we go find something to eat and drink?
Just as Yan Huailiu had made his plan, a pale, rain-soaked face appeared in front of him. He was so scared that he took a step back and leaned against the door frame, almost having a heart attack.
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