It's the same as not saying it. If he's okay, let alone March, he'll be willing to stay for three years.

"I have something to do before leaving, when did the master say nonsense. As long as the matter is done, will I come back immediately? Otherwise, you will go with the master?"

Jiu Luo didn't have time to play with him, Mo Chen only gave her two days, she took the wine today, and tomorrow she had to rush back after settling down the big and small chores of Huaguo Mountain.

Dongguo, who was hungry for wine, began to talk again, he said nonsense, and Jiuluo only listened to one sentence.

Speculation about why that demonic energy appeared in Huaguo Mountain.

Jiu Luo couldn't figure it out either, maybe the people in the Demon Realm were bored and went out to wander around, and they happened to pass by here, maybe the locust tree spirit exchanged something with the people in the Demon Realm.

"In short, don't think about things that you can't figure out. Jiuluo persuaded Dongguo.

Her father once said that there are only two things in the world. One thing can be solved, and one thing can't.

Don't worry about what can be solved, sooner or later it will be solved.

Don't worry about things that can't be solved, because you can't solve them if you want to.

The person Jiuluo admires the most is her father, and at this moment, Dong Guo raised a question, and she couldn't figure it out and simply gave up.

However, there was one person who took it to heart.

In the Yuqing Palace, Mochen sat in front of the ancient and modern mirrors and stared at Jiuluo in the mirror, and Junlang's eyebrows were stained with a layer of worry.

When the bauhinia vine bracelet pierced into the locust tree spirit's body, he truly felt the resistance of the magic power in the locust tree spirit's body.

If he hadn't used his mana to suppress it, it was estimated that Jiuluo would have been defeated in the hands of that demonic energy.

The woman in the mirror got up lazily and walked out of the cave with Sam Xiaoqi, Monkey Xiaoliu and Dongguo Cuiqing.

His gaze followed her closely, and the corners of his lips unconsciously hooked up a smile.

Xiao Liu pointed to the six wine jars in the open space: "Aunt Jiu, this is the first batch of Wuyi green plum wine." ”

Jiu Luo nodded, walked over and lifted the sealed lid, and a deep and tempting aroma of wine instantly rushed into Dong Guo's nose.

He breathed hard, eager to inhale the aroma of wine that filled the air into his lungs.

"It's so fragrant, it's so fragrant, the gluttony has made you hook it out. ”

Xiao Liu poured a bowl out, Jiu Luo motioned for him to hand it to Dong Guo, Dong Guo couldn't wait to take it and took a sip first, what a mouthful, after tasting the taste, he praised it, and poured it all into his mouth with his neck tilted.

Through the ancient and modern mirrors, Mochen seems to smell the familiar aroma of wine.

Staring at the bowl after bowl of drinking Dong Guo, he squinted and frowned.

Dong Guo was drinking heartily, and suddenly had a cold war for some reason, but he didn't know that he accidentally entered the blacklist of a stingy Tianzun.

After a while, the big jar of wine was poured into the stomach like water by Dongguo.

Jiuluo put the other four altars into the Qiankun bag, and Dongguo hugged the last altar and begged Jiuluo: "Leave another altar for the young master." ”

"Words don't count, but that's not my style of doing things for Jiuluo. What reason do you have to convince me to make an exception for you?"

Dong Guo thought about it and shook his head regretfully: "I promise to return to Huaguo Mountain as soon as I come back from Wuji Desert City." ”

Jiu Luo raised his index finger and shook it in front of Dong Guo's eyes.

"In this way, you teach the monkeys on the mountain spells, so that their cultivation will increase and at the same time, they will have a skill for self-preservation. If you agree, you will have wine, and if you don't agree, I will take the wine back to Ensushi. ”

Dong Guo grinned and stretched out four fingers: "The four altars are left for me." ”

"An altar. ”

"Three altars, three altars are not enough. ”

"Two altars. Otherwise, I'll find someone to teach. ”

"Okay, good, two altars are two altars. Who makes your wine unique? Count you as a winner. ”

Jiuluo decisively took out two jars and handed them to Dongguo: "Drink slowly, if you don't drink enough, you have to wait for half a year." ”

He wanted to drink slowly, but where could he control himself.

A certain Heavenly Venerable in front of the ancient and modern mirrors had a darker face.

Four altars have become two altars, and this hatred is big.