Watching Wang Ling pot after pot, the farmer-like boss walked to the bench opposite Wang Ling and sat down, looking at Wang Ling fixedly; Is there something on your friend's mind?

Worry? Hehehe! What can I have on my mind, Wang Ling laughed self-deprecatingly.

If a friend has no heart, why should he use wine as water, and wouldn't this ruin the many hardships of the brewer? In the state of mind of your friend now, alcohol is not suitable for you, at least for you now! The boss pressed Wang Ling's wrist and said.

Hehe, your shopkeeper is strange, do you still have to choose someone to drink? Or are you afraid that I won't be able to pay for the drink? Wang Ling just shook the shopkeeper's hand away with just a slight flick of his wrist, and drank to himself, not minding at all that drinking like this was actually no different from drinking water.

The shopkeeper touched his somewhat numb hand and replied with a smile: My wine naturally doesn't choose people, but it's a pity that my friend insulted the good wine in your hand!

What about you, the shopkeeper? Can you sell wine in these barren mountains and mountains? If you can't sell it, what's the difference between good wine and water in your hands? Or do you think that as long as the wine is good, no matter where it is sold, it will attract wine tasters? A pot of wine is not a waste when it is water, but the wine is not good enough, and it can't relieve the sorrow in my heart at the moment: "A pot of turbid wine asks the heart cliff, wakes up to the past; Unforgettable, red makeup on the other side; Therefore, it is difficult to find, confused and nowhere to go; It seems that the fate is over, and the oath has not been fulfilled; seems to be extinguished, and the man's heart is willing; The wine in the pot is as light as water, just because the beauty is difficult to return! Wang Ling put down the wine jug and seemed to have some understanding in his heart, and the restrained light in his eyes was faintly visible.

After listening to Wang Ling's casual singing, the shopkeeper hurriedly got up and bowed: It turns out that my friend is the one who really understands wine, and I was ignorant just now, so please don't be surprised by my seniors, and after speaking, the shopkeeper bowed slightly to Wang Ling.

You're welcome, owner! Aren't you still working hard compared to my shopkeeper? And I don't even have a direction, I used to have some expectations, but now I don't have a chance; This is also the feeling that Wang Ling has been haunted in his heart, feeling that it will be difficult for him and Ji Yao to see each other again; Ji Yao is gone, and Mo Chan is also gone! Qian Qian's whereabouts are also unknown, as well as Emperor Meng and Luo Xuan! Wine glass, wine glass, you are too far worse than me, at least the next guest will not make you so lonely; Putting down the wine jug, Wang Ling got up and took out a bag of spirit stones from the ring, threw it on the table, and said: Boss, it is not a wise move for you to stay away from the struggle and enjoy a clean life alone, you can hide for a while, you can't hide for a lifetime, why not think about it while you still have options? Even if you fail, you should be drunk! It's better than hiding here and selling alcohol to make a fool of yourself.

Looking at Wang Lingyuan's back and the shopkeeper's heart, is it really self-deception that he has been waiting here for so many years! If it weren't for her, why hadn't there been "a pot of turbid wine asking the heart cliff, waking up to the past", remembering the poetry shop owner who Wang Ling casually recited just now, his eyes suddenly opened and he smiled miserably, he really should wake up!

Wang Ling habitually bought a horse in a fang market and shuttled between the forest paths, and heard a sound of fine iron and iron from a distance: Who is so bored in this barren mountain and wilderness, and he didn't deliberately release his palm soul to check who is fighting! Riding a horse and swaying, I planned to go to see the excitement, anyway, now Ji Yao doesn't know where to go, the sea of people is vast, and Wang Ling is looking for it alone, and there is no news and direction, it is simply a joke.

Hey, Sister Xiang, do you have today? How many good things have you spoiled me over the years, once by accident and twice by coincidence, is it just that I, Zhao Cai, have a fate with you? Every time you come to spoil my big thing.

I, Zhao Cai, who has a fate with you! As far as you are a villain, my concubine still can't look down on it, it's ridiculous that you still call what you do a big deal, is it a big thing in your Zhao Cai's mouth? Sure enough, what came out of the Supreme Sect was not a good thing; Now that the Supreme Sect has existed in name only, and you now have no backer and dare to continue to do such despicable things, aren't you afraid of following the back path of the Supreme Sect?

What a sharp mouth! What I'm going to do is my own business, and I don't need you to meddle in it all the time! In the past, my strength was not as good as you, but now it is different from the past, Xiang Concubine, today we should calculate the new accounts and old accounts together! Saying that, Zhao Cai sacrificed a bronze bell with a strange shape, but it is obviously impossible to fully exert the power of the bronze bell with Zhao Cai's current strength! But it is used to deal with the concubine who is only in the late stage of the Spirit Infant Realm, and the two junior sisters together with her are already more than rubbing!

Seeing that the bronze bell was only ringing slightly, the concubine had already been hit hard, covering her chest and kneeling on the ground, the trace of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth was enough to show that the copper bell in Zhao Cai's hand must be extraordinary.

Senior sister, what kind of magic weapon is it, I always feel that there is something in my heart.

Before Concubine Xiang could say anything, she heard Zhao Cai's arrogant laughter: How did Senior Sister Concubine Xiang taste just now? Do you regret meddling with me now? But Sister Xiang, if you can serve us well and let us have fun, maybe we will let you live, otherwise, hum! Zhao Cai smiled lewdly and looked at the concubines who had no power to resist.