Zhu Shan did not answer Yang Jian's question.
He just walked to the kitchen and brought out the things Yang Jian needed one by one.
Yang Jian didn't press for questions.
Even if he didn't want to say it, Yang Jian actually had a vague answer in his heart.
And he was sure that since he asked, they would definitely give him an answer.
The wine still tastes the same as it did a few days ago.
Zhu Shan returned to the counter to settle the score.
Yang Jian is the only customer left in the entire tavern.
Perhaps he is a somewhat unorthodox customer and always comes when the restaurant is about to close.
"Is business good?"
Yang Jian asked.
"Well enough."
Zhu Shan’s answer is simple: “It’s just a living.”
"Really."
Yang Jian smiled but said nothing more.
It can be seen that Tian Wu and Zhu Shan seem to like this place very much.
One day in heaven and one year on earth. This tavern is probably ten years old.
But I still enjoy the business.
"Is your manager not here?"
Yang Jian asked.
"Yes, of course. The majestic God of Justice has arrived. As a master, how can I not come out to welcome him?"
Before Zhu Shan could speak, the voice of the Heavenly Witch came.
Still cold, but with a bit of a smile.
Yang Jian looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw that the Heavenly Witch was still dressed in white, walking barefoot. She did not apply makeup, but her hair was wet, and her snow-like skin seemed to be stained with water that had not been wiped dry. beads.
"You're here."
Yang Jian's voice was light: "It seems that I didn't come at the right time."
"It doesn't matter."
The Heavenly Witch walked slowly to Yang Jian and sat down opposite: "I heard your question."
"Um."
Yang Jian nodded and looked at the person opposite without speaking.
But the meaning is self-evident.
He was waiting for the Sky Witch's answer.
"Won't you buy me a drink?"
The Heavenly Witch looked at the small wine bottle on the table. Yang Jian had already drank most of the wine in it.
"Why, you own a tavern, are you still short of wine?"
Yang Jian smiled slightly.
Here he seemed to be able to relax.
"There is such a poem in the human world: a mason lives in a hut, a weaver, no clothes, and a salt seller's wife drinks weak soup..."
The Heavenly Witch glanced around: "Our store is a small business, how can we be willing to drink good wine? Only when a customer like you, who is not short of money, comes to visit, can we lower our face and come forward to ask for a few drinks."
"hehe……"
Yang Jian smiled. The smooth-tongued person in front of him turned out to be a person from the demon world.
Completely different from the coldness when we first met.
It seems like there is a different person now.
"Whatever you want to drink, I'll buy it."
Yang Jian took out another ingot of gold.
"Hey, you are indeed a big patron. He is so generous in treating you to drinks, so you are not polite."
The Heavenly Witch put away the gold and greeted Zhu Shan: "Bring me two jars of the best Dukang wine."
Zhu Shan frowned and seemed to sigh: "Wait a minute."
Soon Du Kang turned back to the kitchen, and soon two large jars of Dukang wine were brought over.
It's indeed a big jar, as big as a person's head.
Even through the mud seal, Yang Jian could still smell the aroma of the wine.
"Yes, it's good wine."
Yang Jian said.
"Of course it is good wine. It has been aged for thirty years in the world. These two jars of wine cost ten taels of silver each."
The witch said seriously.
"Ten taels of silver? Made of gold?" Yang Jian didn't believe the devil's lies.
"No."
The Heavenly Witch played with Yang Jian's ingot of gold in her hand: "It's still pure gold."
"Ah……"
Yang Jian was helpless: "Answer my question."
"Not in a hurry."
As the witch spoke, she poured herself a large bowl of wine.
Then he drank it all in one gulp.
Probably because of the small mouth.
A lot of wine spilled down both sides, wetting the skirt of the Heavenly Witch's clothes, allowing Yang Jian to see a little bit...
Red……
Yang Jian was certain.
But soon, I gave myself a slap in the heart.
"What are you looking at?"
The Heavenly Witch noticed Yang Jian's gaze.
"It's nothing. Are you demons so informal?"
Yang Jian said seriously.
"Ah……"
The Demonic Girl smiled disdainfully: "If you want to see it, just look at it openly. Why hide it? Does it look good? I bought it new and was made by the best embroiderer in the town."
"..."
Yang Jian was speechless.
"Does it look good?"
The Heavenly Witch asked again: Answer me.
"I didn't see clearly, I only saw the color, red."
Yang Jian gave a serious answer, but he still felt it.
"never mind……"
The witch shook her head and poured herself another bowl of wine: "God, you are still so hypocritical. It has not changed at all after tens of thousands of years."
"Tens of thousands of years?"
Yang Jian was stunned and frowned.
"Yeah, tens of thousands."
The Demonic Girl raised her eyebrows and looked at Yang Jian with a somewhat confused look: "In front of my sister, you are just a little kid."
Yang Jian said nothing.
I couldn't help but look at the Heavenly Witch again.
He really didn't expect that the Heavenly Witch was already tens of thousands of years old.
Yang Jian was less than two thousand years old.
What a difference in generations.
"If I don't take advantage of you, please call me sister!"
The Heavenly Witch said leisurely to Yang Jian.
"No!"
Yang Jian refused directly.
"Why?"
The witch asked.
"If you've lived enough just say it straight away, why take such a big detour?"
Yang Jian's voice was cold and hard: "Yang Jian can help you now."
"you……"
The Heavenly Witch said helplessly: "No wonder, no wonder you haven't won Chang'e's heart for more than a thousand years."
Yang Jian frowned.
"Why did it hit your painful spot?"
The Demonic Girl smiled and said playfully: "How about my sister help you?"
"The laws of heaven clearly prohibit immortals and gods from being emotional, so please stop talking nonsense."
Yang Jian said coldly.
"hypocritical!"
The witch cursed.
After taking a few bites of the food, the Demonic Girl put away her original casualness and unreliability and asked, "Why do you suddenly want to ask this question?"
"I just found some information about the evil god. You are also checking the evil god, but I still don't know why?"
Yang Jian replied.
"Why?"
The witch said: "Why do you think it is?"
"Like Heaven, do you also feel the actual threat of the evil god?"
Yang Jian asked.
"No no no..."
The Demonic Girl shook her head: 'Of course it's different, completely different. '
"That is?"
Yang Jian frowned.
"You should ask me that."
The Heavenly Witch suppressed all her smiles and her face was filled with frost: "In the Demon World, are there any places that do not have the so-called evil gods you call them? What is the current situation in the Demon World?"
Yang Jian frowned...
"you mean?"
Yang Jian thought about the meaning of this sentence.
"mean?"
The Demonic Girl smiled: "I don't have any interest in drinking. Drinking is the most enjoyable thing."
"What about Bianshan Mountain? Do you know this place?"
Yang Jian spoke again.
"Bianshan Mountain?"
The Heavenly Witch put down the wine bowl and asked in a cold voice: "How do you know this place?"
