Chapter Eighty-Eight: "The Son of God Disturbs Our Tranquility"

Vadeli uncovered their scars again, which made Gu Feng particularly angry, and he clenched his fists and scolded Wadeli angrily: "If you repeatedly talk about the death of the dryad, I will burn your tavern to ashes." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Wadeli did not show weakness, she glared at Gu Feng viciously.

Lu Sheng slapped Gu Feng's fist to make him relax, and then he explained to Wadeli, "The tree spirit is like our mother. With that, he took a sip of wine.

Lu Sheng's city government made Wadeli look at him differently.

Lu Sheng asked, "Can you tell me about the current war?"

"The news here is like the wine here, which is used as a cargo profit. Wadeli said.

"What about the price?" Lu Sheng asked.

"Are you using gram or centry?" said Vadli, referring to gram and cent, respectively.

"Grams. ”

"A red paper ticket can buy a message. Wadeli replied.

"Wow~" Gu Feng couldn't bear to let Wadeli slaughter, and exclaimed: "You are really bad, do you know how many things you can buy for 100 grams?"

"You can only buy one message here, which is cheap, because I don't recognize gram coins here, only I accept gram coins, and gram coins are not worth exchanging for Xin coins, and I also invited the two of you to drink the most expensive wine I have here, if you are asked to pay, 100,000 grams, can you afford it?"

"You can shout the price casually, 100,000 is less, it's better to get a million grams. Gu Feng's angry words actually made Wadeli laugh.

"What are you laughing at? You think we're rare to drink from you? This wine tastes weird. ”

Wadeli's expression suddenly turned cold, she angrily picked up the wine glass in front of Gu Feng, snatched the wine glass from Lu Sheng's hand, and brought it to the wine table: "You can joke with me, but you must not be sarcastic about my wine." Now you won't get any news from me, get out. ”