We agreed to practice martial arts, why the hell can you explode stars with one punch?

Into the crystal clear high-heeled red wine glass, the blood-like wine slowly poured.

Instantly.

The fragrance filled the air.

At the same time.

In the private box, which was originally devoid of any music, a melodious performance suddenly sounded.

It was a violin performance.

The melody was beautiful.

Fascinating.

At this time, a white, slender, bony man's hand picked up a high-heeled glass with one-third of the wine, and slowly handed the glass to a woman against the dark and cold tones of the private box.

"Miss Honglian, you know, this 'Ancient God Red Wine' is very popular in the upper city recently."

"It is said that this is a fine wine created by the gods themselves."

"Take a sip."

"It is like a fairy, like falling into a dream."

The man's voice is elegant and magnetic:

"Now this 'Ancient God Red Wine' can be said to be hard to find a bottle. Every time it is shipped, you may not be able to buy it even if you have money."

"I took a lot of effort to reserve a bottle."

"Please try it."

On the wine glass.

Honglian's figure, accompanied by the rippling wine, is slowly reflected.

At this moment, Honglian is wearing a dress-like dress, which perfectly outlines her curves and adds a bit of intellectuality and elegance.

She has lost some of her soft and cute taste.

She has a bit more of a queen temperament.

On the side.

Rose, on the other hand, was dressed quite neutrally, punk, in a shiny dark red neutral slim-fit suit, paired with a pair of shiny cropped pants of the same color, and crossed legs.

At first glance.

I thought he was a rich second-generation playboy from somewhere.

"Haha, thank you so much for Mr. Tu's hospitality."

"I've admired this 'Ancient God Red Wine' for a long time, so you're welcome."

Honglian hadn't spoken yet.

Rose, who was standing by, suddenly reached out.

She took the "Ancient God Red Wine" handed over by "Mr. Tu" in front of her, and drank it all up in one gulp.

"Huh!"

She exhaled a breath of alcohol.

Rose showed a look of enjoyment:

"Needle doesn't poke!"

"..."

Mr. Tu looked like he was about thirty years old.

However.

The edges of his face and cheeks were outlined with several obvious "sewing lines", which were the characteristics of deep flesh and blood transformation.

Since the flesh and blood of humans and giant beasts cannot be 100% integrated after all, there is a certain degree of rejection. Therefore, after the flesh and blood transformation, some rejection scars similar to "suture lines" will be left.

At first glance.

It seems not beautiful.

However.

Since the people in Shangcheng who can do deep flesh and blood transformation are all rich people, this rejection scar similar to "suture lines" has gradually become a symbol of the identity of a rich person.

Even.

It has become a fashion trend.

Some people will deliberately imprint this special rejection scar on their faces and bodies for vanity.

Mr. Tu has a lot of flesh and blood transformations all over his body. Just his face has been transformed by dozens of transformations such as facelifts, maintenance, and beautification. Therefore, he looks like he is in his thirties, but his real age is hard to guess.

He is wearing a white suit.

Under the suit.

The muscle contours are faintly protruding.

Combined with his tall figure of more than 1.9 meters.

The whole person exudes a full of handsome charm.

Smiled slightly.

Mr. Tu didn't seem to care about Qiangwei's "stealing wine" behavior. His teeth were white and clear, and so smooth that there was almost no unevenness or gap between them. When he smiled, his white teeth even shone.

He said:

"Miss Qiangwei, since you like it, drink another glass."

When pouring the wine.

His eyes still stayed on Honglian, and he smiled and said:

"Oh, by the way, Miss Honglian, you said that you have an important companion on the way."

"I wonder when this person will arrive?"