Xian'er's Flower Basket

Who would have thought Wang Xian would merely smile faintly. "Unfortunately, I've had too much to drink today. Besides, you're not worthy of my wine!"

The woman stared at Wang Xian in a daze, then suddenly said, "Since you're about to die... I'll tell you my name. I'm Liu Piaopiao!"

"My name is Liu Xian'er."

"I'm Wang Xian."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Xian reached out and pressed down on the wine jar, stopping Liu Piaopiao from pouring more. He didn't want to drink any more.

Liu Piaopiao grew anxious.

With a cold laugh, she suddenly joined her fingers like a sword and thrust them at Wang Xian's eyes.

Wang Xian turned his head to the side, and her strike missed in an instant. The little girl stared, dumbfounded, forgetting to scream.

Liu Piaopiao suddenly stood up and barked at him. Her jade fingers, as sharp as a spirit sword, did not withdraw but continued thrusting toward Wang Xian.

Wang Xian gently brushed his left hand aside, as though plucking an orchid from a branch, while his right hand still held Liu Piaopiao's wine jar.

Liu Piaopiao laughed in anger and was about to kick him...

But then she saw the little girl's stunned expression and had no choice but to let it go. She suddenly sighed.

She said wistfully, "This jar of wine is the last bit I have. I don't even mind sharing it with you. Are you really afraid I'll poison you to death? I drank it too, didn't I?"

The little girl clearly hadn't expected her elder sister to be so fierce.

Liu Piaopiao suddenly smiled. "It seems you really are afraid of dying!"

Wang Xian smiled faintly. "I'm in a good mood today. Don't force me to kill you!"

"Oh?"

Liu Piaopiao laughed at