Mo Fan walked towards the east gate with a sad face, and kept thinking about the scene of selling wine just now. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info doesn't seem to have done anything, but why did this thing develop like that. Unexpectedly, this person who hated Gavin extremely had an unclear relationship with the owner of Manxiang Building. But think about the woman called Rosewood, although she is not as good-looking as Anne and Diana, but she has a different charm. Arnold can be obsessed with her, and it is understandable.

A pebble in the ground was kicked away, and Mo Fan immediately thought of the village chief borrowing gold coins from him, and he wailed in his heart: "Turtle, turtle, what do you say we should do." More than 2,000 gold, this is more than 2,000 gold, how much light fruit do I need to exchange. How many years will it take for those light fruit trees to bear so much fruit."

The little turtle winked at Mo Fan very purely, tilted his head and thought for a long time, and then shook his head to say that his small head couldn't be counted at all.

"Well, you said it would be nice if this wine could be sold. Little turtle, I'll tell you the truth, this is a fine wine made with top winemaking skills, and I won't sell it if it costs 10,000 gold in the game. But now I'm short of money and only sell for 2,000 gold, is there a problem with that?" Mo Fan wanted to cry without tears, you must know that this jar of wine was obtained at the cost of cooling down for half a year with wine-making skills.

The little turtle shook his head to show that he didn't understand, what is a game? Could it be the game that makes the game, thinking of this, the little turtle looked at Mo Fan suspiciously, hoping to get an answer.

Mo Fan was speechless, and unwillingly opened the wine jar: "Little turtle, why is God so unfair, why do I make things by myself are completely useless to myself."

The little turtle's gaze shifted from Mo Fan to the front. I feel that what the master said is not too profound. Otherwise, why can't I understand such an explanation?

Mo Fan sealed the wine jar again, and when he thought of more than two thousand gold coins, he only felt that a huge mountain was pressing on his back. Do you need to go to the next house and ask them if they can accept this jar of wine? But what if the next one is the same as that Manxianglou?

Suddenly, Mo Fan was taken aback by his own thoughts, no, he couldn't go to those places to sell wine if he was killed. But what about those gold coins, when I was thinking about the mess, a flash of thought crossed my mind. Anne is the daughter of the Duke, and there must be a money pit. But as a man, you can't eat soft rice, so it's excluded. Gavin is the prince of the Sirius Empire, although he is not very popular, but he came to the Sound Empire as a proton, there should be a lot of entanglements, and there should be no problem with just two thousand gold, or go to Gavin's manor to try it now.

Just as he thought of it, Mo Fan hurriedly beckoned to the little turtle, and when he was about to give an order, he saw an unkempt middle-aged man, wearing tattered clothes and carrying a rusty heavy sword, looking directly at the wine jar in his hand: "You, you want this?"

"I could feel a special flavor in this jar, and my instincts told me that it would work for my old wounds." As soon as the words fell, the man appeared in front of Mo Fan, and because the speed was too fast, his hair was still floating back.

Mo Fan felt a little confused about this person who suddenly appeared, and stretched out a hand: "I urgently need two thousand gold coins now, if you have it, I will sell it to you."

"I am sure of this jar of wine, but I have no gold." The man stared at the jar of wine, and a light called hope flashed in his eyes.

Mo Fan pursed his mouth, it seems that this person wants to empty the gloves of the white wolf, and he really thinks he is a fool: "So you are a bachelor, since you have no money, you don't need to talk about it."

"The value of this jar of wine is truly immeasurable to me. I'm not going to take it by force, but I don't have any gold coins. Why don't we make a discussion, you give me this jar of wine, and I will protect you for three years." The sky has eyes, and I have been searching for fifteen years, but I didn't expect to really find it. It seems that this great feud has finally appeared with a glimmer of hope. The man's hands trembled slightly, and his mood at this time was naturally self-evident.

A trace of wine wafted from the man in front of him, and Mo Fan was slightly disgusted: "Protection? You are trembling even when you walk now, are you sure you can still protect me?

"Really, you should pay attention to the crowd around here." The fighting spirit surged, and the wine on the man's body instantly turned into nothingness. looked behind Mo Fan and showed a mysterious smile.

The crowd around Mo Fan looked at the man's gaze with a little suspicion, and sure enough, he found a group of people who were behaving abnormally, looking at him: "Could it be Duke? Anne and Gavin Didn't they say that Duke had no right to mobilize manpower against him without authorization?"

"It seems that you really have an enemy, how about the boy, whether this deal will work or not." Looking at Mo Fan's expression, the man's heart was settled. It seems that this wine should be able to get its hands on it nine times out of ten.

Mo Fan fell into deep thought, and a question was deeply rooted in his heart: "You are not mighty at all, nor strong, nor handsome. This beard is unshaven, and it is not very good at first glance."

"Little magician, that's how you judge, a person's strength?" The man almost vomited blood, did he just look weak?

Mo Fan pondered in his heart for a while, and then shrugged his shoulders: "I feel that it should be like this, otherwise how can I explain why you are like this." Even if the strength of the soldier is poor, it should be easy to find a job as a caretaker."

"Then what do you say you need to prove that I am qualified to make this deal with you?" The man never expected that Mo Fan would actually consider the problem from this angle.

Mo Fan thought about it, and saw that the man was unkempt and felt a little pitiful, so he directly handed him the wine: "Here you are, anyway, this wine is not of much use to me, and it is estimated that when I bring it back, it will be a waste product."

"You, did you just give it to me? Don't you know the value of this jar of wine." The man was stunned, and in terms of the effect of this jar of wine, he was afraid that the materials used were extremely precious. Otherwise, it would not have the ability to repair its own internal injuries.

Mo Fan pursed his lips and sighed: "What about preciousness, the wine I brewed myself is ineffective for me." If you want to exchange some gold coins for emergency relief, no one else wants it. It's a pity to lose it, after all, it is a collection of flower essences, blended with the juice of light fruits, even if you do a good deed."

"Gathering the essence of a hundred flowers and blending it with the juice of light fruits, it seems that the legend may be true." The man took the wine jar in Mo Fan's hand and fell into deep thought, his voice getting lower and lower.

Mo Fan was stunned in his heart, as if he thought of something: "You need to pay attention when you drink this altar, although the wine is a good wine, you can only drink a small cup every day, otherwise it will be harmful."

"Okay, I'll take notice. It's just that it's useless, and from now on, I will protect you for three years. It is of no use to tell you my original name, and you will call me a wine sword henceforth." Jiujian looked at the wine jar in his hand, took a deep breath of the wine inside, and only felt refreshed.

"I'm alone anyway, so if you can keep up, let it be." Mo Fan pursed his mouth when he saw the drunken appearance of the wine sword, and walked towards the east gate with the little turtle.