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Speaking Liang Ping has forcibly pulled Geng Hanqing into the left cabin where the wind does not come to cross.

The cabin is equipped with modern furnishings, with delicate fragrance of grapes, wine and tea, and it is surrounded by violets.
"Aha!"
Liang Ping instantly liked it here, just like his own home, pulling Geng Hanqing and sitting on a couch.
The sofa has excellent elasticity. Liang Ping sat in the face and played a bomb. He was surprised and asked, "How can there be these modern things here in the Blue Mirror Garden?"
"Xiaohuahua is an impatient person. He likes to go out to play when he has nothing to do. It is normal to have these things, isn’t it?" Geng Hanqing explained.
Liang Ping is also very understanding and smiling. After all, they are all strong warriors, but it is not difficult to come in and out freely here.
I feel awe of them again.
Hua Zhensheng has also entered the cabin and secretly appreciates a quick glance at Liang Ping’s face.
So he politely brought out a fruit bowl in the back cabinet of the cabin.
There are all kinds of fresh fruits in the fruit bowl, and he also brought a three-goblet and a bottle of wonderful grape wine.
According to the aroma and color, Liang Ping can roughly recall the wine in Jiuyou Underground Palace.
"Isn’t Xiaohua a magic royal middleman?" Liang Ping asked boldly.
Chapter 31 The tacit understanding is dye-in-the-wood
"Little flower?"
Geng Hanqing looked at Liang Ping with surprise.
"You should call him Xiaohua!"
"What’s the matter?" Liang Ping said with a face of consternation. "Don’t you all call it that?"
"Ha ha ~ ~" Geng Hanqing laughed a little exaggerated and looked at the fruit bowl and hops with ridicule. "You little apprentice are so bold that you dare to call you Xiaohua."
Hua Zhensheng heard that with a careless smile, he put the fruit bowl and wine in front of Liang Ping and Geng Hanqing and poured three glasses of grape wine.
"What’s wrong with this? In the final analysis, these three words are just a title. Everyone can call it worse. Liang Ping is my friend and friends must care so much."
Seeing that Hua Zhensheng is so open-minded, Liang Ping is even more fond of him than smiling and asking, "Xiaohua, are you really a magic royal middleman?"
Hua Zhen Sheng Wen Yan slowly sat on the sofa opposite Geng Hanqing, with a pair of delicate stars and hesitant eyes. Two fingers gently clamped the glass long table and the base of the goblet leaned against the thumb, which was particularly cautious but casually waved the wine in the cup.
The color of the wine gradually changed during the shaking. It was originally grape red, but it soon turned into gorgeous purple. Purple appeared for a short time, and soon it extended from the bottom of the cup to a light pink, which was very similar to the pink floral dress worn by Huazhen, but it seemed to be transparent.
The flowers are really full, and finally they stop shaking the wine glass, but the wine in the wine glass is still spinning in a deep vortex at high speed.
Liang Ping looked at the glass in Hua Zhensheng’s hand in shock.
Geng Hanqing is dismissive of Hua Zhensheng’s move. He took a piece of ice watermelon from the table and bit a small corner. It looks very elegant and natural.
The wine in the flower-filled glass finally came to a standstill, but it changed color again and returned to its original grape red.
"Hoo!"
Hua Zhen heaved a sigh of relief and slowly handed the glass to his mouth and took a sip of it.
"Well, I can’t get enough of this underground wine."
Hua Zhensheng stared approvingly at the wine in the cup for a long time before raising his eyebrows and looking at a face of shock. Liang Ping asked, "Liang Ping, do you know what material this glass is made of?"
Liang Pingwen heard this and learned that the flowers really flourished. He picked up the glass in front of him and shook it in his hand, but the wine in the underground palace in the cup did not change. Grape red is still grape red.
However, the heavy root of the goblet in his hand is not like an ordinary glass, but it is obviously difficult for him to be crystal clear and smooth with only two fingers. If Liang Ping got such a strong body as Mu Ye, the strength of Miki’s improvement soared, and it is obviously impossible to hold the glass in the cup with two fingers.
"I really can’t guess what this material is. Is this some kind of special jade or glass?"
"Ha ha!"