Just as Yi Qianmo was shaking under the coldness, a sound suddenly echoed in his sea of ​​consciousness.

If you have the people in your heart but never die, this is fire!

Burn all your life without surrendering, this is fire!

This sound is not someone else's voice, but the way he realized when he understood the will of fire, and the way he adhered to along the way.

At this moment, Yi Qianmo suddenly woke up and said, "Is it colder to the heights? No, even if I stand on the heights, there are more than one person beside me, I still have them!!!"

When the flames in his chest burned, all the chills were dispelled in an instant, and the ice that frozen his body also burst out with a flame and melted quickly.

This sudden scene shocked all the monks present.

When he opened his eyes and the fiery gaze fell on the boss's body, the boss's body trembled slightly, but a smile appeared on her face, a long-lost smile.

The monks’ focus is not on the boss, but all their focus is on Yi Qianmo.

"Who is this? With such a low level of cultivation, he can drink the second cup without falling down!"

"The chill disappeared, the chill on his body disappeared. What did he experience just now, why did he feel that chill, and why could he dispel the chill again!"

"Flame...I felt the breath of flames, the hot flame I had never felt before!"

All the monks in the tavern stood up, their eyes fell on Yi Qianmo, and then on the third bowl of wine.

At this moment, everyone was looking forward to him picking up the third bowl of wine and drinking the third bowl of wine, because no one had ever drunk three bowls to break this rule.

The woman in blue was also shocked by the scene in front of her. She stared at the counter in a daze and said, "Did you see... the boss... laughed just now!"

"ah?"

Bai Xiruo was still in the shock of the past and didn't react just now. He came to his senses at this moment, but his attention was all on Yi Qianmo, "The boss smiled, isn't it normal?"

"It's not normal. Her smile used to be fake, but this time... it seems to be a real smile." The woman in blue suddenly said.

"Squeak!"

At this moment, the door of the tavern was pushed open, and an old man with a hurry looked walked in from outside. He was neither a dog nor a bull's head, but he was holding a human head.

The face had the vicissitudes of life, especially those eyes, which were deep like two ancient wells, and no one could tell the depth.

When he walked in, the cow heads and horse faces in the tavern all showed a look of awe. They bowed but did not speak, and the old man just nodded slightly.

The old man glanced at the tavern, but was not surprised. He came to the counter and said, "A bowl of Naihe wine!"

The boss ignored him. It was not until this moment that he saw the bowl in Yi Qianmo's hand, an empty bowl on the table, and a bowl filled with blood wine.

The two Gu Jingbubo's eyes suddenly looked at Yi Qianmo, with a little confusion in his eyes. He asked, "How many bowls did he drink?"

"Second bowl!"

The boss responded, "I have no way to drink today."

Her attention was all on Yi Qianmo, and she said briefly, as if she was responding to the old man, but the old man was not angry, and all her attention was also on Yi Qianmo.

At this moment, Yi Qianmo put down the second bowl and picked up the third bowl of wine, and a strange face reflected in the wine.

This face looked very familiar, it looked like him, but his desperate eyes and tired look didn't look like him at all.

The most important thing is that the reflected face was also looking at him and actually smiled at him. He said with a smile: "You are finally here."

Yi Qianmo trembled all over, and the bowl in his hand came out. The boss quickly looked and grabbed the falling bowl without a drop.

"Customer, your wine!"

The boss said.

Yi Qianmo came to his senses. He took the bowl and suddenly disappeared from his previous determination. The voice and face just now made him feel a little scared.

But he was a little curious and asked, "What are the taboos when drinking the third bowl?"

"You have already drunk the first and second bowls, then this third bowl..."

The boss hesitated for a moment and said, "You can take a sip and put it down."

Yi Qianmo breathed a long breath, picked up the wine bowl, and drank it in one sip. The wine was like blood, but there was no fishy smell of blood, and it was boiling and hot when it went down.

Suddenly, everything in front of him disappeared. He saw a person, a person like him, standing on a high platform, and under the platform were sentient beings!

His eyes looked down at the sentient beings in front of him. His face was so familiar, exactly the same as him, and he had never seen the world in front of him.

Behind the man was a tree covering the sky, and he was also very familiar with this tree. It was a kunai tree!

The man held a wine pot in his hand, and his eyes were a little resolved. On him, Yi Qianmo felt a sad chill.

He looked down at the sentient beings in front of him, with a kindness in his eyes, but the sentient being looked up at him, full of hatred, as if he wanted to pull him off the platform.

Soon, they rushed towards the platform like a flood and rushed towards the man.

Only then did Yi Qianmo realize that the so-called sentient beings, like ants, climbed up to the platform, rushed to the man, and rushed over his feet.

They ate everything about the man, and the man seemed to be unconscious, just picked up the wine pot and drank the wine.

Facing these ants, he only needed to draw his sword to kill them all, but there was no sign of hatred in his eyes.

He just felt noisy and felt that these ants were a little foolish. While drinking wine, his body showed desolation and loneliness.

He stood on the high platform and chanted loudly: "Those who abandon me will not stay yesterday's day; those who disturb my heart will have more worries today. The long wind and thousands of miles of autumn geese can bring you to the sky..."

The sound was loud and resounded across the top of the sky, but it could not stop the ants from eating. He eventually died under these ants, and the sky suddenly became dark...

"It's dark!"

A voice sounded in his ears. He had just heard it was the old man who was lantern-watching during the day.

He suddenly returned to reality, but was a little confused, because just now, he had another dream, an incredible dream, dreaming that he was eaten by a group of ants.

But he remembered the poem he read, recalled everything he had experienced, and suddenly felt a little melancholy in his heart. He subconsciously said: "Those who abandon me will not stay yesterday's day; those who disturb my heart will have many worries today. The long wind and thousands of miles of autumn geese can bring in this building. The bones of sentient beings in Penglai are clear and clear in the middle. They all have a happy and prosperous life and want to fly, and they want to go up to the blue sky and see the bright moon..."

When he finished reading this, he stopped abruptly. He seemed to have forgotten the next few sentences, and it seemed that he was in his dream. Before he could finish reading it, he had been eaten by those ants.

He was a little disappointed, but at this moment, a voice sounded in his ears: "Those who abandon me will not stay yesterday, those who disturb my heart will have more worries today... Draw a knife to cut off the water and water flows even more, raise a glass to relieve sorrow and sorrow. Life is not satisfactory, and the Ming Dynasty is emitting a small boat."

Yi Qianmo raised his head and looked over. He saw the owner of the tavern. The person who was reading through her was the boss in front of him.

His eyes widened, a little surprised.

"You have drunk three bowls and can ask me to do something for you."

The boss looked at him, and at this moment Yi Qianmo suddenly felt that the boss in front of him was a little different from when he just saw him.

The boss's eyes were full of affection, as if she had been waiting for a long time, her eyes were like water, and she wanted to speak but stopped.

But Yi Qianmo felt only familiarity in her eyes, as if he had seen it before, but he couldn't remember it.

"Do we know each other?"

Yi Qianmo suddenly asked.

The boss smiled but said nothing: "I have seen too many people and I don't remember you."

"Damn it, did you really drink three glasses of Naohe wine?"

A surprised voice came from my ears.

Yi Qianmo was broken and turned around and found that an old man appeared next to the counter at some point.

He did not answer and immediately looked at the boss, but at this moment the boss returned to his previous appearance.
Chapter completed!