The Daughter of God's Destiny

Chapter 1888 The different fire is moving
"Thank you buddy."

Luo Qingxie didn't dislike it either, she sat on the ground and picked up a jar of wine directly.

The middle-aged man was weird, and the young man skillfully lifted the cover on the wine jar, the light in his eyes was unrestrained.

made money.

Before that, she was thinking about how to get prison spirits.

After going around and around, she still found it.

If you can drink all of these, I don't know if they can come back.

The previous jar of strong wine made the strange fires that were dead in the dantian move.

Hellstout is her hope.

Worth a try.

Luo Qingxie raised her head, held the wine jar and drank it. Before the middle-aged man announced the start, it seemed that there was another meaning.

From the middle-aged man's point of view, the young man's temper is too irritable, he is just a flower in the greenhouse, he has not experienced wind and frost, he couldn't help but frowned, but he didn't say anything, it's not up to him to decide whether it's a blessing or a curse.

Just do it for yourself.

The middle-aged man didn't stay by Luo Qingxie's side, his figure flashed, and he entered another space, which was his wine making place.

If I stay any longer, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist saving this kid.

It's better to let him taste the real taste of prison spirits, and come to rescue him when the time comes.

Thinking of it this way, the middle-aged man is in a good mood, and those outside who whispered about him don't care.

He was too lazy to care.

Even so, there are still extremely subtle mental fluctuations around the town, which even Lao Kong cannot detect.

outside.

A few people stopped opening the shop and gathered together to discuss in a low voice.

The old man continued to sweep the floor in the street, unmoved.

"The little brother drank a whole pot of prison spirits, I'm afraid we can't do it, so he is the same as Lao Zhou?"

The voice of the young people came out, and soon there were other voices: "

The same thing, the only person in the world who can brew prison spirits is Lao Zhou, we have been here for 500 years, this kid is
How could he brew prison spirits, don't think about it, it's impossible, we are not that old Zhou, perverted, trained since childhood, hmph..."

"That's right, we can't compare that old Zhou to cheating, but how did that little brother do it? His strength is obviously only in the realm of respecting gods, which is the same as that of alchemists."

The brawny Artifact Refiner is the most irritable among them, he calmed down at this moment, and asked: "Alchemist, you and him are in the same realm, if you fight, who do you think will win?"

"Alchemist, although that kid is powerful, he is still inferior to alchemists, such as pills. Alchemists have a lot of pills on them, which can quickly restore physical strength,"

That head thought about it seriously again, and said seriously: "Besides, he is a big man, if he is not as good as a junior, it would be a shame."

The corners of the alchemist's lips twitched slightly, how could he be chatting, and it came to him.

Thinking that Old Zhou might be eavesdropping, the alchemist trembled in fear. Although he had a strong mental strength, he was still a bit inferior to Old Zhou.

This guy can spread his psychic power all over the town, but he can't.

Thinking about it, the mood is extremely complicated.

People outside were chatting, but there was no voice in the wine cellar.

Luo Qingxie drank three jars of prison spirits, and then, without the slightest hesitation, he prepared to drink the fourth jar, with an unconcealable joy in his black eyes.

efficient!

The fire is moving!

Thunderbolt also moved!
After a few days of silence, he finally came back.

After going down the two altars, she didn't feel any emotion.

(End of this chapter)