Chapter Seventy-Two: A Hundred Years of Confused Immortals
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Seeing Ji Qin coming, a young man sitting next to the window hurriedly greeted him, his face full of kind smiles.
"Viagra came early."
Although he was not masked before, but after reading the other party's information and seeing this out-of-the-box character in the whispering group, Ji Qin did not feel strange.
"Ji Qin, don't learn from those bastards."
Stunned by the other party's call, Wang Wei couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, and there was no contempt for the supernumerary personnel of the sect disciples in his words.
Soon, Wang Wei had a good impression of this newly acquainted supernumerary.
Although there are not many dialogues, every point is crucial, which makes Wang Wei, who likes to brag, feel unfinished.
Soon, another supernumerary Li Yong, who was in charge of driving the ship, also joined in, and praised Wang Wei in his words, which made this Sanjianmen heir feel a full sense of satisfaction.
On the third pole of the day, another staff member who is one of the main owners is late, it is the second generation of Xiu who has cooperated with Ji Qin, Mu Qing.
"Alright, everyone is here, let's go."
Looking lazy and unable to wake up, Mu Qing didn't even look at the others, let alone count the number of people, so he gave orders to the crew in the cabin, and then went up to make a call.
"Hmph."
Seeing the other party's empty look, Wang Wei frowned and snorted secretly.
He was dissatisfied with the other party's arrogance, but he would not offend the other party in vain, so as not to bring trouble to himself and the sect.
In the final analysis, his sect is just a sect that does not enter the stream, while the other party's sect is a serious second-rate sect, which not only has a blessed land, but also has the support of a provincial resource. For this alone, he has no capital to confront the other party.
And Li Yong, who was instructed by Mu Qing, quickly entered the wheelhouse, started the yacht, and slowly left the dock.
"Yo, viagra, you brought this red wine?"
After waiting for the ship to start, Mu Qing, who had finished making a phone call at the top of the yacht, entered the cabin, saw the red wine on the table, and couldn't help but tease.
"Would you like a drink?"
shook the wine glass, but Wang Wei didn't mean to pour wine for the other party.
Even if he doesn't want to offend the other party, he doesn't want to slap the other party.
is also the cultivation of the peak of the foundation building period, and he has been cultivating a few years earlier than the other party, how can he be able to pull it off. What's more, the kendo he practiced was not willing to grovel to others, and holding back anger was already the limit.
"No, taste my foolish immortal from a hundred years ago."
A bottle of jade porcelain jar appeared in his hand, Mu Qing opened the lid, and a thick aroma of wine echoed in the cabin.
Wang Wei looked at the other party with a little envy, but his gaze stopped on the cyan ring on the other party's hand.
Storage ring, the second generation of Xiu in this year is really a local tyrant, it seems that in their sect, only the sect master and the two elders have this space ring that contains Sumeru at their fingertips.
"Mu Shao, what kind of immortal wine is this in your hand, it makes my intestines almost flow out."
Li Yong, who had set up the automatic driving route, smelled the aroma of wine, ran up with a blank eye, and said complimentally.
"Hahaha, your kid has a pretty smart nose. Here, I'll pour you a glass. ā
took out a palm-sized white jade bowl, and Mu Qing, who was in a good mood, poured a bowl directly for the other party.
"Xie Mushao."
Cherished and took the white jade bowl, Li Yong thanked him excitedly, and then drank it all while smelling the wine.
As a result, it goes without saying that Li Yong, whose face was crimson, lay directly on the leather sofa, and his face was full of satisfied smiles.
He couldn't cultivate enough to build the foundation at the beginning, and he couldn't bear the huge amount of alcohol at all.
"This kid, his cultivation is too weak, and he gets drunk in one bite. How about you two, would you like a drink? ā
Glancing at Li Yong on the sofa with disdain, Mu Qing looked at the two people not far away, with a faint smile on his lips.
In that smile, there was a lot of sarcasm, a lot of disdain.
"Here, get me a drink."
Dissatisfied with the other party's condescending tone, Wang Wei said directly.
"Okay."
Seeing that the other party should respond, Mu Qing directly poured a big bowl for the other party.
"Cool."
took the white jade bowl and drank it all.
After a while, Wang Wei's face flushed with a hint of blush, but his eyes were extremely clear, and then he exhaled a breath and let out a sigh of comfort.
I have to say that the inventory of the second generation of Xiu is good, this hundred-year-old wine, even he drank it for the first time in his life, and it completely destroyed the previous wine that was less than a few decades old.
"Come, Ji Qin, I will also toast you."
A white jade bowl appeared in his hand, Mu Qing politely poured a bowl for Ji Qin, and by the way, he also refilled a bowl for Wang Wei, not caring at all about the good wine he had saved.
It is said that his father is a nearly two-hundred-year-old Jindan Realm monk, and this hundred-year-old wine is rare in the eyes of ordinary people, and it can even be said to be a rare treasure, but for him, it is not worth mentioning at all.
"I don't drink."
Glancing at the fragrant liquor, Ji Qin shook his head.
"What, you're not giving me face?"
Hearing the other party's refusal, the smile on Mu Qing's face quickly disappeared, and then there was a hint of coldness.
A wild cultivator who didn't know the so-called dared to refuse his toast, which was simply humiliating.
"Ji Qin, come, let's make a bowl."
Just when Ji Qin didn't want to pay attention to this second generation of cultivators, Wang Wei on the side hurriedly played a round.
If it were him, Mu Qing would be angry in his heart, and it would be impossible to tear his face. But if it is replaced by Ji Qin, who has no foundation, it will be a different matter.
Just chatting with Ji Qin was quite speculative, Wang Wei didn't want him to offend this kind of second generation of cultivators. It's a big deal that after this mission, everyone will share their own things, don't communicate, and there's no need to slap each other in the face.
Otherwise, Wang Wei didn't think that Ji Qin, who was a supernumerary, could resist the anger of a second-generation cultivator.
"Okay."
A smile flashed in his eyes, Ji Qin took the jade bowl and made a bowl with Wang Wei.
Naturally, Ji Qin, who didn't have any cultivation himself, just lay down.
"Hmph, count you kid acquaintance."
Seeing Ji Qin lying down, Mu Qing said with a sneer, and put the wine jar in his hand to Wang Wei's hand, while he himself was eating snacks by himself.
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Glancing at Ji Qin, who was sleeping soundly, Wang Wei secretly shook his head.
With such a temperament, there is no sect to protect him, so why should he mix it in the troubled waters of the immortal cultivation world.
Thinking of his own compromises, Wang Wei was also a little excited, picked up the wine and drank it, anyway, this task of patrolling the coastal sea is not once or twice, there is no danger.
Wang Wei, who was pouring wine alone, didn't notice the sneer on the corner of the second generation of cultivators beside him.
The night is getting darker, the sea breeze is getting colder, but the air-conditioned yacht is as warm as spring.
While Wang Wei was sitting in the room meditating, Mu Qing was facing the cold wind and looking at the sea in front of him with blazing eyes.
There was a fierce light in his eyes, and a crystal thing in Mu Qing's hand sank straight into the sea.