When the wine enters the mouth, it feels spicy at first, but then another elegant and mellow feeling spread between the lips and teeth, with a long aftertaste.

Yan Chixia was captured by this fine wine on the spot.

This is the first time he has tasted such a good wine.

Although the palace tribute wine I have drunk before is delicious, it is so soft that it cannot be improved at all.

Qiao Mian looked at him and smiled and said, "Just Hero Yan likes it."

With the wine in his stomach, Yan Chixia's vigilance slightly dissipated.

If you can bring out this kind of wine to entertain guests, you may be a good monster with taste.

He looked around and felt more and more extraordinary.

"Your Excellency asked me to come here, just to let me taste this bar?" he asked straight to the point.

Qiao Mian pointed to the sofa beside her: "Hero Yan might as well sit down first."

After looking at the light gray leather sofa and the torn clothes on his body, Yan Chixia felt a little moved, and then sat down.

The lower part of his butt was a little concave, which made him subconsciously hold his hands on both sides of the sofa. He then quietly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no other abnormality had occurred.

"This thing is quite comfortable to sit on." Yan Chixia thought to herself.

He thought he was knowledgeable and had been a judge who was famous in the 26 provinces of Guandong and Guangxi before traveling to the world, but he had never seen such a delicate and comfortable chair.

Qiao Mian stretched out his hand, and immediately a glass flew out from the side of the wine rack and fell into his palm.

Yan Chixia was secretly shocked.

Common magic has traces to follow, especially spells like this that take objects in the air often require spells and gestures to cooperate. Even those with high strength will have some traces when casting spells.

At this moment, he had no idea of ​​any abnormality.

"Is he really a powerful monster or a secluded immortal?" he thought to himself.

Qiao Mian put the wine glass on the table, took the bottle in front of Yan Chixia, poured a glass for the other party, and smiled and said, "Her Yan, try it again?"

Yan Chixia was surprised, but she could not say anything about rejection about drinking.

He picked up the wine glass, raised his head and drank it dry, smacked his lips, feeling not very satisfied.

This wine glass looks so delicate, it's just too small.

"Does there be such wine in your world?" Qiao Mian asked.

Yan Chixia was stunned for a moment and said, "There are some strong wines, but I have never seen such sweet and refreshing spirits."

"As you can see," Qiao Mian said, "this is already another world."

"A certain place in the underworld?" Yan Chixia asked carefully.

Qiao Mian was amused and crying: "Do you think this is the underworld?"

Yan Chixia coughed dryly: "Not that, I have been to the underworld, where there is a huge ghostly spirit, which is very different from here."

It's more than a big difference!

No matter from any perspective, this place is completely different from the underworld.

But Yan Chixia was also very aggrieved, and all he knew was only one underworld.

As for the fairy world, it was just a legend. He was not even sure whether the immortals existed, otherwise why did he ignore the corrupt officials, ghosts and monsters in this world!

"These are two different worlds," Qiao Mian smiled, "Compared with this place, the world you are in and the underworld you speak of is the same world."

Yan Chixia frowned, not very understanding.

"His hero Yan has read the storybook?" Qiao Mian asked.

Yan Chixia nodded.

He naturally saw it.

Those literati who were so brave that they could think about everything and write about everything, and some people openly promoted the love of shemale men.

Although he scoffed at this, it actually looks quite interesting, but it is possible to mislead people.

For most demons, harming humans is their instinct.

Officials in the court once demanded that such books be banned, but did not prevent the spread of such words.

Qiao Mian smiled and said, "The world you and me are in is like two different words."

Yan Chixia was even more puzzled.

A thought suddenly popped up in his mind.

Could it be that this person who calls himself Mr. Qiao is actually a fairy in the book and he was pulled into a book by him?

He turned his head and looked around, but could not see any flaws at all.

Qiao Mian had no mind reading skills and could not guess Yan Chixia's thoughts at all. Seeing that he had a strange expression, he became confused.

"What are you looking for?" he asked.

Yan Chixia said: "Are we in the book?"

"In the book?" Qiao Mian was stunned for a moment, and waved her hand with a smile, "I just made a metaphor, not saying that we are in the book."

Yan Chixia thought about something.

"The upper and lower parts are called Yu, and the past and present are called Zhou." Qiao Mian looked at him and said, "This place and the place where you were before are two different worlds and two different universes!"

"Different worlds..." Yan Chixia's eyes flashed.

He thought carefully that everything here was indeed completely beyond his imagination.

Not to mention anything else, he had never seen the seat under his butt.

The emperor's dragon throne may not be as comfortable as this seat.

"You can regard this as a thousand years after your world develops," Qiao Mian said, "and there are no monsters here."

"There are no monsters?" Yan Chixia was shocked.

Qiao Mian nodded: "At least I haven't seen it before."

Yan Chixia glanced at him and thought to herself, "Aren't you just a big monster?" but she didn't dare to say it out.

When he looked back, he felt that the mysterious guy on the other side would not deceive him with such a thing.

Is this really a world without monsters?

Yan Chixia was about to speak when she suddenly heard a strange sound.

He immediately looked nervously at the thing that was flashing with light on the table, and his right hand subconsciously clasped the hilt of the sword.

Qiao Mian glanced at him strangely and reached out to grab the phone.

"Wang Lang...why did he call?" He answered the phone.

Wang Lang's hearty laughter came: "Mr. Qiao, are you busy now?"

"What's the matter?" Qiao Mian asked.

"Didn't you say that the mooncake is delicious last time? I specially prepared some for you, and now I'm downstairs." Wang Lang said.

Qiao Mian was speechless.

Last time I just said casually, but this guy still remembers it.

Now, the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed several days.

He guessed that Wang Lang must have something else to do when he came over.

I thought that the other party had already arrived downstairs, and it was not suitable not to meet each other.

"Okay, come up." Qiao Mian said.

He raised his head and Yan Chixia, who was listening with her ears pricked up, quickly sat upright.

Yan Chixia's eyes glanced at the mobile phone on the table from time to time, and was extremely curious about this thing that seemed to be able to transmit voices for thousands of miles.

He thought that this place might be the legendary fairy world.

Are you having a fairy fate?

"A friend is here," Qiao Mian said, "Hero Yan can follow him around later."

He felt that Wang Lang must like this temporary job very much.

Yan Chixia nodded.
Chapter completed!