"Come, this gongzi will personally pour you wine." Xiao Long smiled boldly and shook the wine jar, unknowingly doing the trick.
Pouring a cup of wine for each of them, secretly pleased in his heart, he poured himself a cup, put down the wine altar, picked up the wine cup, the corner of his lips pulled back, revealing a smile, "The three of you are all older than Long Ling, come on, I'll toast to you all, people who meet in passing can be a few like us to talk about their wine in a joyful way, the three big brothers, please!"
"I like people who are refreshing, brother, I'll make this friend." Xiao Ning's large hand slapped him hard on the back, picking up the wine cup and drinking it all in one gulp with an angled head.
Seeing their master finish his drink, Yelu Hao and Xiao Ying also raised their cups and took a sip, not even realizing that the wine had been tampered with.
Seeing that his cunning plan had succeeded, Xiao Long laughed out loud and finished the wine in his cup in one gulp, slapped the table and shouted, "Boss, another good wine!"
Xiao Ning's heart shook as his palm touched the tabletop, and a bit of it blurred up in his heart.
The boss quickly brought a jar of wine, "Please enjoy! Please enjoy!"
"Come, let's drink again!"
Xiao Long opened the second altar of wine and poured another cup for each person, picking himself up and draining it in one gulp first.
Xiao Ning saw that he was so brash, he secretly liked it in his heart, it was rare to meet such a teenager, "Good job, I'd like to see how well we can drink?"
Just like this, in a short while, the second altar of wine was finished.
Yelu Hao and Xiao Ying were unconsciously lying drunk on the table, the drug of ecstasy had already kicked in and Xiao Ning slowly felt a wave of fatigue coming towards him, he shook his head and his eyes slowly blurred.
"Big brother, can you still drink?" Xiao Long came up to him and asked with a smile.
"Why can't I drink, still ..." Xiao Ning wanted to reach out and slap his face, but the hand that reached out couldn't be lifted, and the silhouette in front of his eyes slowly blurred, and he eventually also slumped headfirst onto the table.
Xiao Long smiled smugly, sat down, next to Yelu Hao's side, one hand into his chest, took out his money bag, heavy, there is a lot of money oh!
"Boss, how much?" He stood up, beckoned the boss, asked good-naturedly, took out a small piece of broken silver from the money bag and threw it to him, "Is it enough?"
"Enough! Enough!" The boss hailed joyfully and said gratefully.
Xiao Long laughed and slapped Xiao Ning's shoulder, saying mockingly, "Big brother, if you want to compete with me, Xiao Long, in terms of alcohol consumption, none of you are a match." Taking off his coat, he gently covered his body, "I'm leaving, big brother take care!" Weighing his money bag in his hand, he smugly walked out of the tavern.
A coolness came over him, his body trembled a little, shaking his head, his left hand spread out, he had a long, tiny needle stuck in his hand, it was by it that he had stayed awake until now, with a tremor in his palm, the needle fell to the ground, he turned back to look at Xiao Ning, smiled faintly, and turned around to leave.
Where the street corner turned, a few old and weak beggars sat together, scattered hair, dirty clothes, their bodies shivering in the wind, Xiao Long's footsteps stopped, his eyes showed sympathy, he squatted down, and pulled out an ingot of gold from his money bag.
"Take it." He shared one ingot per person, "We poor people are not born beggars by fate, buy some clothes and food."
"Thank you benefactor!"
Several old beggars with gold in their hands all kneeled down and kowtowed to him, simply not believing that this was true.
Xiao Long straightened up and laughed, the money bag in his hand was empty, only a small piece of broken silver remained, "I am a chivalrous thief." He waved his hand and whistled as he walked away, not bothered at all by the fact that it wasn't his own money anyway.
What he didn't see was that as he disappeared around the corner, two dozen soldiers with scimitars in their waists poured into the tavern ...