There is no way, the temple is poor and only has silver left, as the hall master, when it is okay, of course you have to put a little bit on it.

Xiao Er's face moved a few times, and finally stopped, snatched the silver in Meng Yi's hand like lightning, and said, "Say it quickly, you can't let the shopkeeper see it." “

"Okay, how old is this bottle, it seems that you said that it was just a different vintage. And what is the best vintage of your 100-year spring? Meng Yi was not verbose, and asked directly.

"Childe's problems are all the secrets of our store, but for the sake of your silver, I will tell you one or two, this pot of wine is fifty years old, originally it was ten years, and we still have a hundred years in the store, it is said that there are still a few barrels of about five hundred years, and I don't know if there are any more thousand years." The little two said.

"Well, very well, go out and tell you shopkeeper, I'll come down and get the wine later." Meng Yi poured a glass alone, took a sip, it was indeed a good wine, the mellow beauty was refreshing, even if Meng Yi was a person who could only pretend, he couldn't help but sigh.

"A few of you have all come to serve the master today, and the silver is huge." At this moment, a gorgeously dressed son, with three or four bewitching women in his arms, staggered up.

Meng Yi's head wrinkled slightly, but then he didn't pay attention to it, after all, there are such gentlemen everywhere, and he only knows the son who came out with his father's name.

The people sitting inside looked curiously towards this side, but shook their heads knowingly, as if they were used to seeing this kind of thing.

"Xiao Er, take the wine, I want good wine, the master is not satisfied, you are finished, hurry!" That boy is a little master, Meng Yi is very unhappy when he listens, once upon a time, he himself used this name to come out to talk about things.

"No one, if you serve the master well today, I will stuff the silver ingot into you one by one, whoever has more space will earn more." The vulgar girls of the boy touched back and forth a few times.

"Oh, I hate it, how can Childe say that." One of the defeated unusually bewitching women wrapped their arms around the child's body, and her breasts were about to be squeezed out by the child's head.

"Here we are!" Xiao Er shouted, and two pots of fine wine were brought over.

"Go, go, go...", the boy threw a ingot to Xiao Er in annoyance

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page)

Silver, Cui Qi left, Xiao Er was naturally sensible, immediately picked up the silver, nodded and retreated.

Meng Yi still admired the mellow fragrance of the centennial spring with a fixed expression, and there were filthy words in his ears from time to time, Lao Tzu thought he was the most person in the world, but he didn't expect it to be worth mentioning in front of this baby.

However, this may only be a prelude, and before Meng Yi's ambulance weighed half a cup, an indescribable voice came from the son.

Really irritable, Meng Yi turned his head to look, only to find that there was already a woman lying under the young man, doing indescribable things.

Only then did Meng Yi realize that his own romances and charms were not counted, they were all floating clouds, and in front of this son, he was just a playmaker.

And the boy was enjoying the pleasure, and his hands were not honest to travel on the other women around him, and of course there was a woman who specialized in serving fine wine.

In the huge brewery, no one reacted abnormally, as if it was an ordinary thing.

Addicted to wine for a long time, although the boy can't be said to be a master of wine tasting, he can be regarded as a complete variety, and when he smelled a faint fragrance wafting in front of his nose, his head was obviously wrinkled.

Pulling his hands out of the woman's arms, she stopped and said, "Brother, can you come and taste the wine together, of course, the beauty can also dedicate." “

Meng Yi's eyes were still indifferently glancing out of the window, as if he hadn't heard the words of the son.

Silence, absolute silence.

Everyone in the wine shop was stunned, and the boy was also stunned, in Sujin City, it seemed that no one dared to ignore him like this, angry, anger beyond reason.

"Lao Tzu is talking to you, you hear... Ahh

Seeing this, everyone immediately stopped the so-called wine tasting, and they all dispersed in a hurry, and some people did not forget to look at Meng Yi sympathetically before leaving, as if to say, you are finished.

"You, you blinded Lao Tzu's eyes, if I don't kill you today, I won't be called Yin Han." The son, who called himself Yin Han, was trembling all over, and blood was coming out of his eyes from time to time.

"Wow

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page)

More than a dozen footsteps climbing the stairs came in an instant, "Childe, what's wrong with you?" “

A seven-foot-tall man ran in front of Yin Han with concern in his eyes.

"Kill him for me, he won't die, you will all be buried together!" Yin Han roared furiously and rose up, the strength of the Twelve Heavens was seriously injured by someone smashed by a chair, and the anger in his heart can be imagined.

Meng Yi still tasted the wine indifferently, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

Yin Han's subordinates immediately surrounded Meng Yi, all of them were masters above the Twelve Heavens, and the guy who had just spoken was even a Master of the Sixteenth Heavens.

"Are you Lao Tzu Yin Jian?" Meng Yi didn't pay any attention to the killing intent that attacked, and of course, he didn't have to pay attention to it.

"Knowing my father's name, dare to be so arrogant, give it to me!" Yin Han roared angrily, and more than a dozen figures immediately flew away!

However, before Yin Han could show a satisfied smile on his face, suddenly more than a dozen sounds broke through the air, only to hear a dozen screams shouted almost at the same time.

The windows of the Centennial Spring clattered and turned into shatters, and seven or eight people were thrown out directly.

"I forgot to tell you, even if your dad is here, he won't be as presumptuous as you." Meng Yi snorted coldly, and then turned to leave, not looking at Yin Han, who was stunned on the spot.

Cheng Zhuo downstairs was already paralyzed with fright, and when Meng Yi appeared in front of him, he couldn't say a word.

"Where's my wine?" Meng Yi said indifferently, "By the way, don't fool me under five hundred years, the fifty years just now almost made the little master mad on the spot, you know?" “

"I know, I know" Cheng Zhuo wiped the sweat drops from his forehead and ran to the backyard in person.

Meng Yi smiled secretly in his heart, it seemed that it was easier to use force anywhere, if he knew this, it was better to show his hands in the first place, so as to save trouble.

Holding two large pots of 500-year-old wine, Meng Yi walked out of the 100-year-old spring with satisfaction, and there was still a mess under the window, but the figure had long since disappeared.

Meng Yi sneered, it seemed that the steward of the temple in Sujin City had been replaced by Shen Pingping, thinking that the girl had also been of great help to him back then, thinking so, Meng Yi walked towards the branch of the temple.

(End of chapter)

7017k