The Daughter of God's Destiny

Chapter 1892 Save us?how to save

Luo Qingxie looked calm, and said to the middle-aged man: "I'm poor and white, even if it's a spirit stone, I won't be in the eyes of fellow daoists. You might as well tell me what you want."

The corner of the middle-aged man's lips twitched, and he glanced at the young man. The spirit stone was indeed of no use to him. Even after a hundred years, he still had some remaining family property.

As for what to want...

The middle-aged man doesn't seem to want anything.

After pondering for a while, he looked at the young man who was smiling and said nothing, and touched his chin.

This kid, a few compliments are enough.

As for what he wanted, he really had no idea.

The middle-aged man sighed helplessly: "Forget it, you bastard, I am at a loss. As for what I want, I will owe it in the future, and I will talk about it when I think about it."

Luo Qing smiled evilly and said: "One hundred altars of prison spirits, fellow Taoists can have them."

She naturally knew that she had taken advantage of it.

With this person's ability and strength, I'm afraid he has what he wants, and he also doesn't lack anything. There is actually no difference between occupying and not occupying.

And she owes this person a favor.

The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, and when he realized it, he was taken aback: "One hundred altars? Do you really think I have so many? Are you sucking blood?"

This kid really thinks that his prison liquor is blown by the strong wind?How much energy would it take him to brew a jar of prison spirits?
Does this kid know.

Luo Qingxie shrugged her shoulders, with a trace of regret in her eyes: "Can't fellow daoist get it out? Then it counts..."

"Ah."

The middle-aged man sneered: "Boy, do you think I can't get it out? Then you underestimate me too much. I am the only one in this world who can brew prison spirits, which is only a hundred jars of prison spirits. I have so many Yes."

Luo Qingxie's eyes suddenly lit up, like the twinkling stars: "So you really have a hundred altars of prison spirits in your hands?"

This was something she never expected, she thought that a middle-aged man with dozens of pots on his body would be good enough, let alone that besides other wines, he could also brew prison spirits!

No wonder, he dared to give her ten altars of prison liquor.

Dare to say, these ten altars of prison spirits are insignificant to him.

So, she asked for Baitan Prison spirits, did she ask for too little?

Is she going to...

The middle-aged man snorted a few times, with a hint of pride in his tone: "Don't you just want a hundred jars of wine, in addition to a hundred jars of prison spirits, I will give you an additional hundred jars of no less than prison spirits wine."

Luo Qingxie's eyes became brighter, and she was about to speak, but she saw the middle-aged man glaring at him: "Boy, it's almost enough, you really think I'm easy to be deceived?"

Luo Qingxie rubbed her nose and coughed dryly: "Then thank you fellow daoist, I will find a way to save you."

If you take advantage of it, you can't do it if you don't work.

If you don't save these people, even she can't get out, so she has to save them.

If there is a chance in the future, you should cheat more and try to bring more prison spirits by your side.

Wine is good wine, she has to cherish it.

However, the middle-aged man at this time couldn't guess what the young man was thinking.

"Save us?"

The middle-aged man didn't quite understand what Luo Qingxie meant, and thought he was talking about getting out of the town, so he didn't take it to heart. After all, it's not easy to get out of the town.

Even he couldn't help it, even the bald man was willing to be trapped in the town, how could he expect a young boy to find a way for them.

The way I can think of, I have already thought of it...

The middle-aged man sighed.

(End of this chapter)