"Young man, are you going to die? The adult's name is taboo here. When Ao Yuan said the word Samael, not only the old Henry in front of him, but all the drinkers in the tavern suddenly turned pale and their eyes were full of fear.

"Old Henry advises you, drink this pot of wine, and go quickly. That grown-up hates Orientals the most, and whatever your purpose is, believe me, you'd better give up that idea at once. ”

"Yes? Maybe you're right, no matter what it's for, it's your own life that counts. Thanks for the reminder, dear old Henry. With a long sigh, Ao Yuan, who seemed to be full of melancholy and unwillingness, poured himself a full glass of wine.

"I hope your wine will make me forget my troubles and sorrows. ”

Watching Ao Yuan drink all the wine in the cup, an imperceptible cold light flashed in Old Henry's eyes.

"Of course, old Henry's wine can make you forget everything, including your life. Huh?"

changed from a kind middle-aged uncle to a smug and cold uncle, but when he saw the next scene, a smug smile froze on his face, and he couldn't even finish his words.

"Good wine, good pure wine, old Henry, your wine is better than meat. After tasting the taste of Fang Cai, Ao Yuan couldn't wait to fill himself with another glass.

"How is it possible, in order to prevent accidents, I added ten drops of Xiangliu's blood to this pot of wine, even if it is a divine dragon, it should have fallen to the ground!" The stunned old Henry watched Ao Yuan drink the pot of extremely poisonous wine cup after glass, his face full of puzzlement.

"Old Henry, since you said you would like to have this meal, you must not mind asking me to drink a few more pots. After a pot of wine, Ao Yuan glanced at the stunned tavern owner with a smile, and handed the empty wine bottle to his hand.

"The cup is too small, please change it for a big bowl for me. Also, let's take ten pots of agave first, one pot is too small. ”

"Okay, you wait. Old Henry numbly took the empty flask and subconsciously walked towards the cellar.

"Bastard, it must have been stored for too long, the blood was ineffective, it must be so. Fortunately, I still have a batch of fresh blood here. You like it so much, I'll let you drink enough. Old Henry, who gritted his teeth, thought viciously as he poured his wine.

Half an hour later, dozens of empty wine jugs were poured horizontally on the wine table, and the initiator continued to pour wine into his mouth with the sea bowl.

"How so, did you take the wrong thing, are those real wines?"

"Yes, the one who came last time, the Oriental Demon Clan who seems to be called Nuwa, only drank three cups and poured it, and it is said that he is still the great master of the Eastern Demon Saint Realm. This kid is about to drink more than 100 pounds, right? Even if there is no poison in it, normal people should be dying, right?"

Listening to the whispers of the drinkers, the iron-faced old Henry viciously threw away the flask in his hand.

"Enough, drunkard from the East... Old Henry's wine has been drunk by you, and now, please leave my tavern. ”

"It's not good, it's rare to drink such good wine, I haven't drunk it yet. This Xiangliu's blood wine is not something that can be drunk anywhere. Do you say yes?" Ao Yuan put down the bowl of wine with a smile and was satisfied. As the Elder Dragon's Seed, his blood can bring irreparable damage to any living being, even if you are a demon saint, a celestial immortal, or a Buddha.

Only Ao Yuan, an outlier who is connected with Huangquan's heart, regards Xiangliu's blood as a great supplement.

The Yellow Spring, which gathers the death qi of hundreds of millions of living beings and resentment, is the most toxic existence in the Three Realms. Ao Yuan, who can play freely in the Yellow Spring, is naturally not afraid of the blood of Xiangliu.

"Touch!" The door of the tavern slammed shut, and everyone in the tavern stood up with a gloomy face, staring at Ao Yuan deadly.

"You knew from the beginning that the wine was poisonous? No way, Xiangliu's blood is also the best wine in itself, and no god or demon can detect the difference. "As long as the poison in the blood is removed, it is the best wine, and because of this, the blood of the ancient demon beast on the head is coveted by the gods and demons of all directions. It's just that Xiangliu is also a demon saint, his mana is superb, and his blood can be met but not sought. Even the old Henry only got dozens of drops of blood, and now, all of them have entered Ao Yuan's belly.

"Actually, I'd rather not know. It's a sad thing to be able to let me smell him even if I go deep into hell. By the way, can you tell me, Xiang Liu, my lustful father, is he dead?"

As the dragon of the four seasons second only to the dragon ancestor in the dragon clan, the winter dragon Xiangliu and the Pingtian Great Sage Bull Demon King are known as the two major perverts in the demon world. Regardless of race, regardless of age, all beautiful females are within their hunting range. And Ao Yuan is the product of the madness of Xiangliu and a beautiful female Jiao.

"You are his son, no wonder you are not afraid of his blood. It's just a pity to tell you that your merry father is still alive and well in a corner of this world. Looking at Ao Yuan with a complicated face, Old Henry looked helplessly at the wine jugs all over the ground, and subconsciously thought that Ao Yuan was not afraid of Xiang Liu's blood poison, because there was blood flowing in his body.

There are many gods and demons who want to kill Xiangliu, but even Satan doesn't dare to say that he can take off the head of the color dragon. As a terrifying existence that had entered the Demon Saint Realm for 12,000 years, except for the monkey who was recognized as invincible in the world, no god or demon had the confidence to defeat him head-on.

The dozens of drops of blood in Old Henry's hand are said to have been donated by the dragon on his own initiative, in exchange for a magic weapon in Lucifer's hand.

"Really? Now, then, may I go to Satan, old Henry, no, Lord Samael. Ignoring the hostile eyes of the people in the tavern, Ao Yuan looked calmly at one of the masters of the lava hell: Samael.

"If it is your father, then I will respectfully lead him to meet Lord Satan. As for you, hehe, your father is said to have left quite a few descendants in this world, and I think maybe he doesn't even remember your existence? "The middle-aged uncle's skin is cracked inch by inch, and his figure is gradually getting taller. In a moment, a seraphim with horns and dark skin, but extremely handsome, looked at Ao Yuan condescendingly under the thick demonic aura.

"Back then, a certain perverted cow once said: When you meet an angel, don't talk nonsense, just come up and do it. These birdmen, whose eyes are on the top of their heads, will only face up to your existence when they are beaten down. I thought the Fallen Angels might have changed their personalities, but unfortunately, you're still as annoying as ever. ”

After a drink with satisfaction, Ao Yuan slowly stood up.

"My third brother once tore Gabriel's wings alive, and it was said that he felt good, and let him show off in front of us for a long time. This time, I hope your wings will not disappoint me either. ”

The Jiao Demon King, who had been suppressed by the Heavenly Dao for a long time in the human world, once again showed his hideous fangs.