Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Since the Poison Demon forces began to attack the Heavenly Dragon World, fewer warriors have come to the town day by day.

And because the residents of the small town rarely go out, I don’t know how the war is going.

He had asked Qin Ming before, but Qin Ming was just a one-star monster hunter and didn't know this.

"Although we are at a disadvantage now, I believe that the war will turn around. Don't be too desperate. Drinking can hurt your body." The boss patted Fengbai on the shoulder and persuaded.

Although Fengbai also drank in the past, he bought them one pot by pot.

Before, he moved a large altar, enough to drink a month's worth of wine by himself, and only a few days later, he moved another altar.

Obviously, I drank all the wines before. In his view, he had only one possibility to drink like this. Because he was too desperate, he abandoned himself and let the wine paralyze himself.

Feng Bai smiled, did not refute, moved the wine, waved his hand, and strode towards home.

"The wine is in place, and the pork leg is also there." Looking at the pork leg and a large jar of wine on the table, Feng Bai rubbed his hands and started roasting the pork leg.

Before he was drunk at Min Qing's place, Grandpa kept him for three days.

For the past three days, he had been thinking of Qin Ming's roasted pork leg, and his saliva ran down every time he remembered.

No matter how much he pleaded, Grandpa didn't let him go out. Today, he said, he let him go out, but he couldn't see Min Qing.

Since you can't go to Qin Ming's place, do it yourself.

Rubbing his hands together, Feng Bai began to get busy.

The children of poor families are good at cooking, and soon the fragrant pork legs are roasted.

"Although the color is a bit worse than that made by Min Qing, the fragrance is quite positive." Looking at the pork leg in front of him, Feng Bai put the bowl in place, poured a bowl full of wine, and couldn't wait to grab a large piece. Meat, nibble.

"Bah..." Feng Bai vomited out just after taking a bite.

It's not particularly difficult to swallow. If it was before, Fengbai would definitely eat it all without wasting.

But after eating Minqing's roasted pork leg, and then eating the ordinary pork leg that I made, it's a bit dull.

At this moment, in the room, the grandpa who smelled the scent walked out, saw the food on the table, smiled and said, "Why didn't you call me when the meal was done?"

Under normal circumstances, Fengbai first calls his grandfather and then asks his grandfather to move his chopsticks before he starts eating.

This time I thought the barbecue I made was as good as Min Qing's, so I couldn't wait to move the chopsticks first.

The old man "Feng Hou Huo" picked up his chopsticks, clamped a piece of meat, and ate a lot: "It tastes good. Pour a bowl of wine for Grandpa."

It is not good to have meat but no wine, Feng Hou Huo put the bowl in front of Feng Bai and said.

Feng Bai was also very happy to see that grandpa loved to eat. After helping grandpa pour the wine, the two ate and drank together.

"Grandpa, Min Qing's grilled meat is really delicious. It tastes... 呲呲..." Feng Bai thought of Min Qing's grilled meat, his mouth watering.

Hearing this, Feng Houhuo frowned: "Wait for seven days. After seven days, the secret realm opens, and you can break through to the dragon realm."

"At that time, whether you want to join the Demon Hunter Association, you can go to make friends with Qin Ming, and Grandpa won't stop you."

"Although the Secret Realm of Storm Wind can only be opened by the blood of our Feng family, there may not be people who have bad intentions to take advantage of the fire."

"Some ancient forces know the glorious history of our Feng Family thousands of years ago. They may covet the secrets of our Feng Family."

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