The Daughter of God's Destiny

Chapter 1891 What happened to those memories? !
In the Shenmang period, people who could drink a cup of prison spirits were no more than a thousand people, and those who could drink a jar of prison spirits were no more than ten people, and those who could drink more than ten jars of prison spirits were probably less than ten people.

In the impression of the middle-aged man, there seems to be a figure, drinking prison spirits is like drinking plain water.

And this time.

The boy's figure seemed to overlap with the vague figure in his memory, as if he was the one in his memory...

The middle-aged man was taken aback.

"what happened……"

The middle-aged man muttered to himself.

Who is that person in memory?
Why did he feel like he was forgetting something.

And it's getting stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, there was a stab in his mind.

Two rounds of blood-red full moons overlap, hanging high between the two mountains.

The battlefield is full of blood.

I don't know if the blood mist is the clouds, or the mist after death.

Horror is extremely depressing.

One after another figure exploded to death.

There was an air of despair all around.

"kill!"

"Time, I will let you die!"

……

In the wind, there was a white-clothed boy in Takong, his skirt fluttering, and his blue hair fluttering wantonly.

He watched the battle, fixed his eyes on a certain person, and uttered cold words: "Let me die, do you deserve it?"

……

The middle-aged man opened his eyes abruptly, his forehead already overflowing with sweat.

He looked at the drinking boy in front of him, and the blurred figure gradually became clear, as if... it was this person.

It's an illusion.

The middle-aged man regained his composure. He stretched out his hand, grabbed a jug of wine, and leaned against the wall decadently, frowning, with confusion between his brows: "That was the battle in my memory..."

So after the war, what happened...

at this time.

Luo Qingxie had already drank all the spirits from the Ninth Altar Prison, and the two balls in her dantian were completely fused into one, and the light was still blue.

The tenth altar of wine.

Luo Qingxie rubbed the center of her brows slightly, grabbed the last jug of wine, lifted the cover, and drank with her head raised.

A strand of black hair on the young man's forehead was stained with wine, and the coquettishness in his eyes was fully revealed.

It is only a matter of time before the ten altars of wine are finished.

Seeing that the boy was fine, the middle-aged man was drinking and leaning against the wall, thinking about something.

After a while.

Luo Qingxie drank the last jar of prison spirits in one gulp.

The middle-aged man had lost his previous confusion, looked at Luo Qingxie with a little playfulness, and said, "Little guy, you surprised me."

He thought drinking one jar was already the limit, but he didn't expect that he could drink ten jars of prison spirits at once. It seems that this is not his limit.

"Fellow,"

Luo Qingxie stood up, glanced at the empty wine jar on the ground, turned to look at the middle-aged man, and said, "Do you still have prison liquor? I'll buy it."

She could feel the fluctuation of the power in her body.

The different fire has woken up.

The middle-aged man looked at the young man for a while, but he didn't answer. His eyes were full of satisfaction: "It seems that you have absorbed the power of these ten jars of wine, and your strength is much stronger than it was an hour and a half ago."

Luo Qingxie was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "Thanks to fellow Taoist."

"Thank you, it's your ability to drink ten altars of prison spirits, I just gave you a chance." The middle-aged man rubbed his chin and looked at the boy thoughtfully: "Why, you Are you starting to chatter now? Buy prison spirits from me?"

"..."

Luo Qingxie blinked, not understanding.

She shouted?
The middle-aged man gave him a blank look, and said indifferently: "Okay, don't pretend you don't understand in front of me, you can ask for wine, what do you get in exchange?"

(End of this chapter)