A Deceptive Technique (1)

The sun had started to set, casting a golden glow on the brick wall. 

There was an old wooden table in the courtyard where Jiang Ming and Lu Qingfeng sat across from each other. 

Lu Qingfeng had bought some demonic beast meat that he was usually reluctant to eat as well as some wine. He was beaming with joy. 

Jiang Ming picked up a piece of demonic beast meat and put it into his mouth. It was only the lowest-quality demonic meat. However, for the mortals here, it was a luxury. 

It seemed that Old Lu was really excited today. This meal had probably cost him a month's worth of silver. 

Lu Qingfeng gulped down a mouthful of wine and coughed until his face turned red. However, he did not care. He prepared to fill his glass again and made a toast to Jiang Ming. "Yan Chixia, you're too kind to us."