MEIWITA Chapter 640: A Fool to Not Take Advantage

Sorry, unedited! ><

Lou Mu Yan saw that Mo Yan’s face was dark, and a brow was slightly raised, yet it actually had a unique sort of beauty.

She could help but sigh that a beauty was so beautiful in everything she did.

“No, why would I watch your joke.” Seeing Mo Yan’s expression grow darker and darker, she immediately saidwith a smile: “How about you return to your original body after leaving Stream Reflection Restaurant, otherwise it’ll be too tempting for others.”

Mo Yan was so beautiful that they’d be noticed wherever they went, which wasn’t conducive to thier actions.

No wonder Mo Yan did’’t like to transform into the human form, so being too beautiful is also a burden.

Ming Xiu’s handsomeness was the kind of unbridled domineering arrogance. Although he was also a focal point no matter where he went, but he didn’t have the feeling of being as astonishingly beautiful as Mo Yan.

Mo Yan’s entire body exuded an aura of distance and indifference, which not only attracted womens’a ttention, but even many men couldn’t help being tempted by him, wanting to take him back and hide him.

While Ming Xiu’s devilish beauty, no restrain, domineering and pride made one feel that he was a superior, and practically no man dared to covet him, while women were always rushing towards him only to gain his favour.

Both men were handsome, but very different.

Mo Yan also didn’t like to attract attention wherever he went, so he nodded: “Sure!”

Mu’rong Qing and Mu’rong Yu’s lips twitched when they heard Lou Mu Yan tell him to return to his original body, and thought that Mo Yan couldn’t also be a spirit pet could he?

When they watched the graceful and beautiful Chi Huang transform into a Scarlet Bee Empress with their own eyes, they were taken aback—they didn’t notice a single trace of demon cultivator aura on Chi Huang.

“Let’s order the wine.” Lou Mu Yan looked at Mu’rong Yu and said.

She actually wated to taste the spiritual wine that Stream Reflection Restaurant had in Guang’ling World.

Mu’rong Yu held his forehead. It wasn’t even certain if they could purchase it.

“I’ll take a look.” He stood and walked out of the private room.

The Mu’rong Clan was one of the Eight Distinguished Clans in the north. Every day, they would reserve the spiritual wines on sale. If they were sold out, he could first intercept two jugs of the clan’s reserved share and give them to Lou Mu Yan and the others to drink.

Soon, Mu’rong Yu returned to the private room with two jugs of spiritual wine.

“You were able to buy some?” Lou Mu Yan raised her head and said.

Mu’rong Yu shrugged and said: “No, today’s limited spiritual wine has already been ordered by people in the other private rooms. This is reserved by the Mu’rong Clan I got two jugs for a taste first.

Mu’rong Qing smiled without saying a word. The limited spiritual wine sold by Stream Reflection Restaurant were all reserved by the elders of the Clan, so it was fine for Mu’rong Yu to intercept two jugs with his identity.

Then Lou Mu Yan ordered a few more dishes, picked up a jug, and poured a glass of spiritual wine for everyone.

Mu’rong Yu picked up the wine cup and took a sip merrily, saying with intoxication: “The Stream Reflection Restauran’ts spiritual wine tastes so good, it’d be great if there’s no purchase limit.”

Although the Stream Reflection Restaurant seller sold it for very expensive, but as the direct young master of the Mu’rong Clan, he could still buy a jug everyday.

Mo Yan furrowed his brows slightly upon smelling the aroma of the wine in the cup, took a sip, and immediately put the glass down without saying a word, but was very disgusted.

“Tastes so bad!” Bing Ji was more straightforward. He took a sip from the wine cup, then put the glass on the table without touching it.

Miao Miao and Xue Xue also put down their glasses one after another, “It really is bad.”

Chi Huang didn’t drink it. Just smelling that dense wine scent made her dislike it, “It also smells bad.”

“…” The corners of Mu’rong Yu’s lips twitched slightly. He had only just said that the spiritual wine tastes good, yet they said the spiritual wine tasted bad—this was a slap in the face!

But seeing their disgusted looks, it didn’t seem like they were deliberately going against him.

Lei Huang had never drank the spiritual wine brewed by Lou Mu Yan before, so he took a sip from the cup, “I think it’s still alright!”

“That’s because you haven’t had good wine.” Mo Yan said lightly.

Compared to Lou Mu Yan, the Stream Reflection Restaurant’s spiritual wine was truly too inferior, or rather, it was not comparable.

“Yep yep, this so-called limited spiritual wine is nothing compared to the one brewed by my Owner.” Bing Ji complained without being polite.

“This is the worst spiritual wine I’ve ever had.” Miao Miao pouted.

Xue Xue also nodded in distaste: “Not only is it unpalatable, but it also tastes pungent.”

“…” Mu’rong Yu poured himself another cup and tasted it—it still tasted good! Where was it as bad as they said.

After being told by them, Lei Huang lost the desire to drink too. He looked at Lou Mu Yan and said: “I want to drink the spiritual wine they’re talking about.”

He knew that all this woman hid was good stuff. Since Mo Yan and the others detested this spiritual wine, then it meant that she must have better ones.

The grade 7 pill used for bewing wine tasted very good already. It basically didn’t have the sweetness and bitterness of the spiritual wine, but had a fragrance that melted in the mouth.

Lou Mu Yan picked up the wine cup and sniffed it, “The smell of the wine is too and covered up the scent of the spiritual fruit.”

Although she disliked it, she still took a sip, then commented: “The spiritual wine master who brewed this spiritual wine refined it too much, and the purity can’t reach grade 6 spiritual wine at all.

Lei Huang lowered his head beside Lou Mu Yan and said expressionlessly: “Spiritual wine, I want to drink!”

If he stayed with this woman, he’d be squeezed dry infinitely by her. How could he not charge some interest.

The spiritual wine brewed by this woman was eve satisfactory to Mo Yan, this demon cultivator who was so picky. It would definitely surprise him.

Lou Mu Yan rolled his eyes at him, then stretched out a hand to push his face that had leaned in too close away, “You sure are self-conscious.”

“Of course.” Lei Huang raised an eyebrow.

One was a fool to not take advantage—this was what Lou Mu Yan and her spirit pets taught her with practical actions.

Lou Mu Yan took out two jugs of grade 6 Blood Sac Wine with amusement, then placed them on the table, “Have a taste of this grade 6 spiritual wine.”

Lei Huang picked up the jug and poured himself a cup unceremoniously. The chilled Blood Sac Wine was still letting off mist, and the rich aroma of the wine was serene and cold.

His eyes lit up, and he took a sip from his cup.

“It really is delicious!” He drank the remaining half of the cup of wine, then directly took the jug of spiritual wine in front of him and poured himself cups continuously.

Mu’rong Yu and Mu’rong Qing also smelled the mellow and chilled aroma of the wine—this was the first time they had encountered this type of spiritual wine.

Mu’rong Yu hurriedly picked up another jug and poured a cup for his third elder brother, then a cup for himself, and took a sip.

“How delicious!” Mu’rong Yu’s handsome face revealed slight obsession, then after reviewing the taste, he said: “I finally understand why you all say that the spiritual wine in Stream Reflection Restaurant is bad.

“Only after drinking Mu Yan’s wine will you realise that the ones you drank before were inferior.” He drank the wine in the cup and continued: “This is the best spiritual wine I’ve ever had.”

Bing Ji pursed his lips, “We’ve long stopped drinking this kind of spiritual wine.”

They now only drank grade 7 spiritual wine their Owner brewed. The taste and efficacy of grade 6 spiritual wine were still much inferior.

“…” Mu’rong Yu froze—Bing Ji must be out to purposely contradict him.

Lei Huang caught the meaning behind Bing Ji’s words. He looked at Lou Mu Yan suspiciously and said, a little aggrieved: “You actually used spiritual wine even they dislike and refuse to drink to dismiss me.”

“I’ve been busy recently, and I don’t have time to brew the grade 7 spiritual wine. They drank up the rest already.”

Lou Mu Yan shrugged and continued: “Now they only take grade 7 pills, drink grade 7 spiritual wine, and only absorb and refine middle-quality spiritual stones. It’s consumed very quickly, so there are only grade 6 stuff left.”

During her more than a month of seclusion, the several spirit pets had already drunk all the spiritual wine she had placed in the bell space, and they had disliked the grade 6 ones, hence there were a few jugs left.