Blade Duel at Cang Lin (34)

To drink or not to drink, that was the question.

When Gong Sun Li raised the glass, it gave a clear signal to Atobe. The wine was not poisoned. Of course, kicking himself in the ass if he touched the food was just something that he said to himself; he was not really betting it with anyone. If someone like Feng Bujue had been there when he said that, his ass would have been red already.

"Then… I shall accept your kindness…" Atobe hesitated and was about to reach for the cup when a shadow flashed. The cup of wine that Gong Sun Li was holding disappeared, and another person appeared in the room.