Chapter 130: Millennial Daughter Red

"That's good, Brother Pang, you order the bar, feel free. Teng wanted to sit back in his chair and smile at Pang Dan as he spoke, his hand still not letting go of the Rose Prince's ears.

The woman of the Wen Palace didn't want to stir up this troubled water, and since someone had taken it, there was nothing to say more.

The woman spoke, "The jade table is two thousand silver." ”

Pang Dan picked up the ear on the other side of the rose boy, and said very relievedly: "Don't worry, it's all recorded on the head of the chrysanthemum boy, this chrysanthemum boy is the eldest of the Lin Mansion, and some of them are silver, isn't it." ”

"Yes......" Rose Gongzi's face was numb, this bullying had already been deeply imprinted in his heart, like a shadow, lingering.

"The eldest young master is refreshing, and having silver is magnanimous, come to two pots of daughter red, no, it's two altars...

Two altars of millennium daughter red!"

If Pang Dan doesn't speak, he will be a blockbuster when he speaks.

"Two altars... Millennial Daughter Red ......" The women standing on the side were stunned, not to mention the drinkers around them.

"Millennial daughter red... Two more altars... Oh my God, how much money does this cost?"

"It's not just silver, I'm afraid it's not enough gold. ”

"A small cup costs a hundred taels of silver, and she is only ten years old...... As for the two millennium ......"

"This person is crazy, I heard that there is only one altar of thousand-year-old daughter red ...... in this entire gentle township As soon as he opened his mouth, he asked for two altars......"

These drinkers talked about it, spreading the excitement of this place throughout the Wen Palace, and even attracted the attention of the old Wen.

"This guest officer, the thousand-year-old daughter is red, but there is only one jar, which is the wine of my gentle township, and it is not sold. The smile of the woman who had been smiling at the moment was very embarrassing and stiff.

"What kind of bullshit town and township wine, if there is wine, it is not sold? It is really strange, I think Lao Tzu can't afford to pay the silver?" Pang Dan was unhappy and glared at the woman fiercely.

"This... It's really not for sale......" The woman took two steps back, seemingly a little out of control. And the big men in the back all stared at Pang Dan with indifferent expressions, and their eyes were not good.

Teng wants to see this, on the surface, there is no wave in the ancient well, but in the bottom of his heart he is quite disappointed with Pang Dan, this has a grudge against Gentle Township, because of the grievances of Gentle Township being imprisoned by Dalong Temple for nearly ten years, he understands, and he can empathize.

It's like he himself was framed by Zhao Si and kicked off the mortal dust, and his ruthlessness towards Zhao Si is increasing day by day.

It's just that Pang Dan is obviously too impulsive, and it seems that when he has the huge backer or ally of Tengxi, his every move in Gentle Township has become unscrupulous.

It seems that Teng Xu can enslave the Holy Realm into a puppet, that is, he is not afraid of this gentle township, and he can make himself ashamed of ten years ago!

These thoughts about Pang Dan are right, after all, Teng Desire gave him too much shock in the process of getting out of the Nine Shadows Death Prison.

Let him feel that Teng Xi is omnipotent, and there are even more shadows of human immortals and spiritual cultivators, not to mention worship, but he will definitely compare Teng Yu with the four major families of this Wind Whispering City.

These are normal theories, but at this moment, they are not normal.

Or rather, it shouldn't be in such a hurry.

Teng's plan is to peel off the cocoon of Gentle Township step by step and grasp the bargaining chips, after all, he doesn't know much about Gentle Township, and he doesn't even have it in the memory of the ancestor of the Great Dragon Temple.

It can be seen that the darkness of the Great Dragon Temple is not well known to these four families, especially the upside-down space, and the huge lump of flesh floating on the underground lake.

Teng seems to faintly feel that this Dalong Temple seems to be an alliance with these four major families, and each has a ghost, and each has an unknown small abacus in his heart.

It's cooperation, but it's also hostility. It's as if peers are both enemies and friends.

His plan was very rigorous and flawless, and he thought that with Pang Dan, it would help him to have a deeper understanding of Gentle Township. But he didn't expect that the other party didn't fully understand his words, and he added chaos one after another.

Teng Xu said to Pang Dan before, don't you want to make trouble, and the suggestive words such as how stormy tonight will be, are indeed implying that Pang Dan can make a big fuss tonight!

But it's not at this moment, even if it's troublesome, you have to drink and make trouble again. Maybe he didn't express it clearly, or maybe Pang Dan was impatient.

He asked Pang Dan to order wine because he felt that the other party was familiar with Gentle Township, but he didn't expect that the other party's exit would be a thousand-year-old daughter......

And, still unforgiving......

Teng's head was really big, he looked around, and knew that if he didn't end this boring scene, he was afraid that he would attract that old man again. He paused and opened his mouth to Pang Dan: "Millennial daughter Hong, isn't it a pity to drink such a precious wine?"

"What do you mean?"

"There are some things that can have more value, but they can't be wasted casually. "Teng wants to say something, it depends on whether Pang Dan can understand it.

Pang Dan was stunned for a moment, touched the back of his head, didn't seem to fully understand, and couldn't help asking, "Shaoxia...... This one... This old man doesn't understand ......"

"You want to kill someone, you hate him very much, and you have a blood feud with each other. Will you choose to kill him outright, or torture him slowly?

For example, sucking up his cultivation to a trace, and destroying the precious things he is proud of one by one in front of him......" Teng Desire sighed secretly, which was a different way to hint.

This time, Pang Dan immediately understood, he patted his head and nodded incessantly. He finally knew the meaning of Tengxi, the so-called value, is the humiliation of the gentle township!

This thousand-year-old daughter red is the wine of the town and township of Gentle Township, which must be extremely precious. If you drink it directly, although it makes the surrounding drinkers envious, jealous and even hateful, it is like a passing cloud, and you can only want to be happy for a while.

But if after making a big fuss about this gentle township, the lord of this gentle township tastes the red of his thousand-year-old daughter in front of the old man. Seeing their hearts dripping with blood, drinking them all in one gulp, that's the real joy!

The so-called greater value, Pang Dan, understood.

Listening to Teng Desire's clear words again and again, with hints, he couldn't help but admire Teng Desire a little. When you are really thoughtful, articulate, and have something to say, it is not just decisive.

"Then according to the meaning of Shaoxia, how many years do you want your daughter to be red?"

"Three hundred years is enough, but is it?" Teng Xuan spoke to Pang Dan first, then turned to look at the woman.

"Yes, one altar of three hundred years of daughter red, five hundred taels of gold, two jars of a thousand taels of gold. The woman regained her touching smile, as if she felt that Teng Ling was very good at talking, and a few words resolved the unstable situation.

"Five hundred taels of gold, what's the situation, Lao Tzu's three-hundred-year-old daughter Hong, who drank ten years ago, only asked for one hundred taels of gold, why did it increase fivefold?" Pang Dan seemed to complain again, and it seemed difficult to understand the price that had multiplied several times in the past ten years.