"Good wine!"

The old fox in Qingshan had a red face, his eyes were blurred, and his face was intoxicated. He burped www.biquge.info a stream of wine, and the smell of wine gushed out, and the soldiers standing next to him all shrugged.

"Good wine!"

"It's a good wine!"

Martial arts cultivators are superb generals, and their mouths are wide open, as if a huge whirlpool can suck wine within a radius of several meters.

One by one, the great Confucians, the Confucian scholars also lost the svengerness of the past, or used the literary tone, or used the power of poetry, and kept snatching the wine in the air.

Forming whirlpools that are visible to the naked eye.

Mutter!

Mutter!

Mutter!

The Great Confucian and the generals squirmed and made a cooing sound, and the sweet and cold wine slid down their throats and into their abdomen, turning into an angry dragon and flying in their hearts.

One by one, their faces were red, like coals of fire, their qi and blood rushed out like a river, and the pores of their bodies were even more open, and a trace of hot air gushed out.

But although their speed is fast, they are nothing compared to the prince of the dragon clan.

I saw that the prince of the dragon clan turned into a real dragon and flew into the air, and as long as the rain that was close to his body within a range of hundreds of zhang would disappear in an instant.

"Good wine!"

Merchants dressed as foreigners also stood on the long street, and when they saw that it was rain falling from the sky. His eyes widened and he looked incredulous.

"The Vitality God is above!"

"How can there be a rain of wine in this world!"

"Could it be that I love Daqian's fine wine so much that I'm hallucinating?"

A businessman with a brown beard, blue eyes, a big belly, and a jeweled body looked up at the sky, his mouth unconsciously opened and closed, and there was an indescribable shock in his heart.

"Daqian is really rich!"

"Wine is the rain, this is really a paradise for drunkards. ”

"The Great God of Genki really loves this land so much. ”

The other businessmen also had their eyes constricted, and their faces were incredulous and envious. Those who like the contents of the cup do not care about the image at all, and lie on the ground like a corpse, sucking greedily.

"Beautiful!"

"It's so beautiful!"

"It's sweeter than the one in the palace. ”

"If it were a dream, I'd rather die drunk on the streets than wake up. ”

"I really envy the big guys!"

"They are rich, healthy, beautiful, and the spirit of vitality favors them too much. ”

A bearded foreign merchant was lying on the ground, drinking greedily, his face was red, his tongue was hard, and he said with some envy.

"Outlanders, everything here is not given by the bullshit vitality gods. ”

"We have our own gods who are able to enjoy all this, and we have to thank Wen Qi, and we have to thank the great saints. ”

"Genki God, what's that?"

A drunken man next to him turned his head to look at the foreign merchant in a bearded suit, and said with a disdainful expression.

"Bastard!"

"You dare to insult the Great God of Vitality, he is an incomparably great existence, whether it is a great cadre or a living being, he created it. ”

"He is God the Father!"

"How dare you insult!"

The outland merchant, who was a little confused, was suddenly enraged, like a wild cat that had been stepped on by its tail, and instantly jumped up and roared angrily.

But he drank too much, and his legs and feet were a little weak. One was unsteady on his feet and fell like a mountain of meat.

The big cadre who was lying on the ground was suddenly crushed.

"Ahh

"Help!"

"The Outlanders are going to kill people!"

The screams of the people were heard far and wide, and many people who were greedily sucking wine were alarmed. And when he looked over, he saw an obese businessman, pressing a relatively weak ordinary man under him, with a drunken face.

"How dare you bully the people!"

"Hit him!"

"Hit him!"

Because of the drinking, the people on both sides were not very sober, because the battle of words eventually turned into a scuffle.

But one of the brown-haired teenagers did not participate, but stood there as if they had roots under their feet.

Looking at the drinks in the air, his eyes showed excitement.

With a forehead brush in his hand, he wrote quickly in a travelogue:

Daqian is unusually rich, and the gods of vitality love them too much, and the rain in the air falls and turns into fine wine. It is a country of abundance and beauty, full of gold.

"Damn it!"

"Don't make trouble here!"

"This is the Tribute Courtyard!"

The soldiers guarding the Gongyuan noticed the chaos outside, and their faces couldn't help but change greatly, and they shouted angrily.

"Disperse them!"

"Don't affect the Confucian students inside!"

The green-robed official looked at the mess outside, his eyes couldn't help revealing a hint of gloom, and he said with some displeasure.

"No!"

"No!"

"No!"

The armor-clad soldier bowed his head and promised, put his weapon by the wall, and clenched his hands into fists, rushing out like a tiger.

"Don't make trouble in the Gongyuan!"

"You bastards, don't you know what day it is?"

A drunkard, a little staggering to his feet, looked at the soldier like a tiger, and said with a stiff tongue:

"I'm a big guy!"

"It's the Outlanders who cause trouble first!"

But before he could finish his words, he was punched hard in the jaw.

"I'm an Outland merchant. We deserve to be protected!"

An obese merchant with gems all over his body stood up straight and protested loudly.

"I'm going to the government to sue you, it's too rude. ”

Boom!

A huge fist appeared in front of his eyes, and his eyes couldn't help but go black and faint.

"Today is Chunqiu!"

"This is the Tribute Courtyard!"

"Anyone who dares to make trouble will be arrested. ”

Everyone looked at the two drunkards lying on the ground, as well as the gloomy face of the armor, and couldn't help but be shocked, and the wine on their bodies was also a lot sober. Some of the sneering retreats, as Bingjia said, it is now spring.

No matter who you are, you can't bother. Failure to do so will inevitably result in severe punishment.

"Marco Polo!"

"Marco Polo!"

"Get out of here. ”

"Don't stand there in a daze, be careful of getting hurt. ”

The brown-haired boy turned his head when he heard the shout, and said with a smile:

"Got it, uncle!"

Who would have thought that just because of this ordinary little boy and this travelogue, a few years later, an unimaginable war broke out between Daqian and the Outer Regions.

Millions of people have lost their lives as a result of this war.

。。。。。。

The Bliss Boy looked at the air like a sesame seed blooming, rising one by one. There was a look of joy in his eyes, but in the deepest part of his eyes, there was a dark shadow hidden in an unknown place.

In an unknown space, there is an incomparably huge bronze palace, the pillars inside are as tall as mountain peaks, and above the pillars is a dragon corpse, and the eyes of all the dragons are fixed on the altar in the center.

It's like worship, and it's like a guard.

In the very center of the altar is a huge coffin.

A deity lay asleep in a coffin with its eyes closed, as if unconscious.

This huge bronze palace is like a wanderer, floating in the endless universe.

Suddenly, a meteorite as huge as a mountain, with a swaying tail, crashed straight over. Meteorite fragments, stars, or meteorites that stood in his way were smashed into pieces by him.

The speed of the meteorite is getting faster and faster, and because of the friction with the air, the surface becomes red, emitting a dazzling light, and even the endless space is shattered, like a spider web, and like broken glass.

Rumble!

Huge meteorite impact.

The bronze palace suddenly appeared with a cyan light mask.

The meteorite slammed into the mask, which seemed to be unusually soft, and the meteorite crashed into it without any hindrance.

The meteorite and the bronze palace are getting closer and closer, and they are about to collide with each other.

But it seemed to encounter some unimaginable obstacle, as if it had fallen into the swamp mud, as if it had fallen into the viscous grease, and its speed kept slowing down, and in the end it was like a snail's crawling turtle.

Burst!

A huge meteorite slammed into the surface of the bronze palace, but it was already at the end of its power. For the bronze palace, such an impact is just a mosquito bite, and it can't cause any harm at all.

Boom!

The bronze palace was like a wild bull, rampage, and like a monster, its mouth wide open to expose the black space and swallow the entire meteorite.

Pieces of rubble peeled off, and the huge mountain-like meteorite seemed to shrink in size, shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally only a fist-sized, shimmering red star core remained.

Now!

The purest energy made by the red star core flowed through the hall like a breeze.

Nourished by the energy of the star core, the color of the main hall became more and more green. Even the gods lying in the coffin seemed to have regained a glimmer of life.

Rumble!

The tone on the Bliss Boy's poetry raft burst out again.

It has been raised by half an inch from five inches!

Five and a half inches!

It's just one step away from six inches.

With the burst of the power of words, the gushing of literary spirit.

The altar that was in the middle of nowhere, full of dark aura, suddenly ignited with flames.

The spirit in the coffin seemed to want to wake up, and its closed eyes began to squirm. But his eyelids seemed surprisingly heavy, as if he had been in a nightmare.

The ancient god struggled for a long time, and his eyes only opened a slit. A dazzling golden glow.

But with such a glimmer of gaze, the dark space seemed to be unable to withstand his gaze.

There was a slight crack, which looked like broken crystal, like a spider's web.

"The gods are sober!"

"The ancient gods are finally coming to their senses!"

"The gods will come back to earth. ”

The Boy of Bliss felt the awakening of the ancient gods and the call from the blood of his heart, and his eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of ecstasy.

"Hurry up!"

"Hurry up!"

"As soon as you break through the six-inch town, the gods will be awakened from their slumber. ”

"The glory of the ancients is coming!"

The god seemed to feel the call in the heart of the Bliss Boy, and his stiff fingers trembled slightly. His eyes squirmed even more, and his face looked like he was about to wake up from his slumber.