Sun Jinyi stared at the money shopkeeper, and his tone was slightly cold: "What do you mean by the money shopkeeper?"

"Do you think that my Sun Jinyi can't afford to pay for the wine, or do you think that Sister Qingyao will take advantage of your drunken dream building?"

The money shopkeeper was completely speechless.

Auntie, what the hell are you going to make a fuss about?

The money shopkeeper smiled cautiously: "The two young ladies came to the small shop to shine, and the little ones were clumsy and clumsy, so please don't be surprised by the two young ladies!"

"Money shopkeeper, do business! There should still be principles!"

Sun Jinyi smiled and said: "This drunken dream and death is the signboard of your drunken dream building, and it is also a traditional rule to sell only one jar a day, and it must not be broken!"

The money shopkeeper nodded and smiled: "What does Miss mean?"

Sun Jinyi said with a smile: "There is only one altar of drunken dreams and death, since Sister Qingyao and I both want it, then the one with the highest price will get it!"

"This ...... This ......" The money shopkeeper only felt a cold sweat come down instantly.

Two aunts and grandmothers, don't fight with your gods in my little place! I really can't afford to toss!

If other rich children fight for face and raise the price of drunken life and death, then they can't wait for it.

After all, don't let the money sent to your door be in vain!

But who is Sun Jinyi?

Who is Li Qingyao?

The South China Business Alliance and the North China Business Alliance can also be provoked by themselves?

The money shopkeeper can already foresee that Sun Jinyi and Li Qingyao will raise this altar of drunken dreams to a sky-high price!

That scene is beyond my control!

The final result can only be a one-man win!

It's just that how dare you take that money?

If people have to give, how dare they not take it?

Once the news comes out, the world will not say which business alliance in South China and North China is stronger.

After all, these two major business alliances have been fighting for a long time, and the situation of being evenly matched has lasted for hundreds of years, so the world will only talk about Drunken Dream Building.

People in the world will say that they can't do things and are incapable, they will say that they are greedy when they see money, and they will even say even more ugly and slanderous words.

The winning side and the rich businessmen who cooperated with it will not come to Zuimenglou again, and the losing side will not come to Zuimenglou, and the rich businessmen who cooperate with it will naturally not come again.

At that time, the two major business alliances in North China and South China will all be offended, and the popularity and reputation of Zuimenglou, which has been operating for many years, have plummeted, and there will be many people from then on.

When the money shopkeeper thought of these, he only felt that his head was as big as a fight, and he didn't know what to do.

Li Qingyao stared at Sun Jinyi and said in a deep voice: "Sun Jinyi, since you want to play, I will accompany you to the end!

"Good!"

Sun Jinyi stroked his palms and smiled: "Money shopkeeper, go and invite the auctioneer!"

"This ...... This ......"

The money shopkeeper only felt that the two mountains were pressing down at the same time, and his mind was blank.

"Money shopkeeper, did you say that the wine that was given to us will be delivered?" Wu Jiuzhong suddenly shouted loudly.

The money shopkeeper wishes that someone would stand up at this time to change the topic and give himself enough time to find a way to deal with the situation in front of him.

When he heard Wu Jiuzhong's words, his eyes lit up, as if a drowning man had grasped a life-saving straw.

"Send it, send it, please wait a minute!" the money shopkeeper immediately beckoned the waiter on the side to fetch the wine.

Wu Jiu smiled and said: "Money shopkeeper, Miss Sun is rich and doesn't eat the food that comes from me, I'm just a layman, why don't you give me the jar of wine that Miss Sun doesn't want!

The money shopkeeper froze when he heard this.

Drunken life, dreams, and death, every altar is worth a lot of money, and if you want one altar, you don't want a second altar?

He was about to refuse, when he suddenly thought that Wu Jiuzhong was with Li Qingyao.

Li Qingyao is the heir of the South China Business Alliance, and she has never heard of her being close to that man, let alone eating together.

The shopkeeper glanced at Wu Jiuzhong, and when he saw that the other party was handsome and extraordinary, he was suddenly shocked.

He nodded and smiled: "This young master, you have done me a great favor!" Okay, the two altars of drunken life and dream death will be given to you!"

Wu Jiuzhong hugged his fists and smiled: "Then thank you shopkeeper!"

Li Qingyaodai frowned slightly, feeling a little embarrassed in front of her opponent, but it was difficult to say anything at this time.

Huang Siqi saw that Li Qingyao didn't say anything, so she could only mutter a few words dissatisfied.

Sun Jinyi stared at Wu Jiuzhong, feeling a little embarrassed.

But at this time, she was even more difficult to say anything, after all, she had already said that she didn't want that wine.

The waiter quickly took two altars of drunken life and dreamed of death, and the money shopkeeper took it and personally sent it to Wu Jiuzhong.

Wu Jiuzhong opened it and sniffed it, his eyes widened to show surprise: "This wine is good!"

As he spoke, he raised his head and drank it directly to his mouth.

"Hey, this young master, you can't drink this wine like this......"

The money shopkeeper didn't finish his sentence, and Wu Jiuzhong had already slammed the empty wine jar on the table.

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

How is this possible?

As the signature of Drunken Dream Building, Drunken Dream Death is not just as simple as drinking.

Because of the unique brewing method and precious materials, drunken dreams and deaths can help improve the cultivation of the superb immortal brew.

Generally, after the drunken dream and death open the altar, everyone will share and drink it.

According to their own cultivation, one cup or two Gus, the Nine-Star Martial Disciples can drink up to three Gus.

Once the amount is exceeded, a large amount of rich spiritual energy will dissolve in the body, and if you don't cultivate enough, you will break through the broken meridians, causing serious injuries or even death.

How can there be a hundred Gu in a jar of drunken life and dream death, like Wu Jiuzhong, even a strong person in the Martial Sect can't bear it after drinking it in one go!

"Little junior brother, are you alright?" asked Li Qingyao, looking worried.

Who would have thought that Wu Jiuzhong would drink all the jars of wine in one go?

The wine is already in her stomach, and it's too late to stop it!

Sun Jinyi noticed Li Qingyao's worried look, and her beautiful eyes suddenly condensed slightly, and her eyes solemnly fell on Wu Jiuzhong's body and looked at it.

A drunken dream died, and even a nine-star martial artist had to explode and die in an instant.

Seeing that this young man's age is only fourteen or fifteen years old, it would be good to have the strength of a three-star martial artist, but why didn't he explode and die?

Wu Jiu staggered to his feet, and when he raised his eyes, he found that the people in the room were shaking.

His heart was dark, and he naturally knew that this was a sign of drunkenness.

The amount of wine is not small, and I am actually a little dizzy and start to go up with this jar of wine, this wine is really not ordinary!

But you don't have to worry about getting drunk, because generally this kind of alcohol has little stamina, and you won't get drunk when you don't get drunk at the time.

Wu Jiuzhong's eyes were slightly closed, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was reminiscing about the taste of fine wine.

"Rich and mellow and without the sourness of ordinary wines, this wine is good! good wine!

As he spoke, he opened the second altar and drank it again under the shocked gaze of everyone.

"Little junior brother, you can't drink anymore!" Li Qingyao hurriedly stepped forward and snatched it.

She looked down and saw that the jar was empty!

Li Qingyao looked at Wu Jiuzhong, whose face was covered with wine red, and his face turned slightly pale.

The two altars are drunk and dreaming of death, even the strong people of the Martial Sect have to be supported by the rich aura and die!