He's War God

The little boy was playing around on the ground with a couple of glass balls in his hand.

When he saw Shen Qingfeng, his eyes revealed a curious look, but he did not dare step forward.

"Big brother, this blade is so pretty. What is it used for?"

The child finally mustered up the courage to ask as he pointed at the shiny magic knife.

"This is a killing weapon." Shen Qingfeng looked at the little boy, and a warm smile appeared on his face.

The old man was carrying a plate out of the kitchen when he heard the old man's words. His heart skipped a beat and he was so scared that the plate almost fell to the ground.

"Good beef is coming!"

An entire plate of cooked beef was served, occupying half of the table area.

This plate of meat was made from the combination of beef face meat and rib meat. These two parts had less movement, so the meat quality was not very hard. The muscle fibers were thin, so it was easy to eat and rot.

If it was in a big city, it would be difficult to buy such good meat. It was obvious that the old man had put in a lot of effort.

"You little astringent box, what are you running around for! "All you know is how to play and you don't learn."

"Hurry up and leave!" "Enter the house …"

The old man raised his foot and lightly kicked the little boy's butt. He put on a ferocious expression and raised his hand to slap the little boy.

The little boy wasn't annoyed. He made a face, twisted his little butt, and ran back into the house.

"The child at home doesn't understand, it's good as long as he doesn't disturb little brother. Eat your food... "Have a taste of this beef, I'll go get some wine for you!" The old man turned and smiled apologetically, then went back to his work in the kitchen.

Shen Qingfeng picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of beef and placed it in his mouth, after chewing it a few times, he ate it and immediately felt the fragrance coming from between his teeth.

He hadn't had a proper meal today, and he had been on the road for so long. Only now did he start to get interested.

Not long later, the old man brought out two jars of aged wine, placed the bowls on top of the table, and poured wine for Shen Qingfeng.

The sorghum wine was sparkling and translucent. The fragrance of it assaulted his nostrils and entered his mouth. The sweet and refreshing flavor lingered on his cheeks and teeth for a long time.

This was indeed a rare good wine. It seemed that the aroma was also afraid of the depths of the alleyway. For a privately made wine to be of such a standard, it was much stronger than those noble white spirits on the market.

Seeing Shen Qingfeng's relaxed brows, the old man knew that the customer was satisfied and revealed a simple and honest smile.

It had to be known that these two jars of wine had been left over from his son's wedding invitation. After being buried in the ground for over twenty years, their quality was naturally top-notch.

"Old man, I heard that this Green Slaughter City of yours was once a red stronghold?"

Shen Qingfeng drank his wine and wanted to find someone to talk, so he poured a bowl of wine for the shop owner.

Yes, when Japanese fought to this point, they captured people as laborers, cut down sorghum, and repaired the road.

The old geezer sat on a wooden stool at the side, reminiscing about the old days with a nostalgic look in his eyes.

"I heard that there's someone called Lee Yuanhu nearby, do you have any impression of him?" Shen Qingfeng asked calmly.

The youth drank most of the wine in one go. His face was not red, but his breath was calm. This caused the old man to be dumbstruck.

Only after hearing the question did he come back to his senses.

"Li." Which village is Lee Yuanhu from? "

The old man had a suspicious look on his face. Lee Yuanhu was a character from the older generation, how did this young man know about it?

"Who doesn't know? I've heard about it before. It is said that his martial arts are very good."

"Oh, then I know, you're a hero! Back then Japanese offended him, and he single-handedly killed an entire battalion of Japanese.

When the old man heard the name Lee Yuanhu, he couldn't help but to feel deep veneration for him and give a thumbs up.

The people of this land were rough, domineering, and revered the use of force. In that hot-blooded era, Lee Yuanhu was a character who dared to challenge the strong, so he naturally attracted everyone's respect.

"Is it really that powerful?"

Shen Qingfeng shook his head, as if he couldn't believe it.

A full army of five hundred soldiers and a single warrior had slaughtered a camp overnight. What was the original realm of Lee Yuanhu?

"Little bro, don't not believe it!" Back then, I had personally witnessed Lee Yuanhu going onto the battlefield. "

"Back then, he was singing a song of toast and drinking our brewed sorghum wine. He brought everyone to kill the Japanese and killed a huge head with a single slash!"

The old man drank two mouthfuls of wine, and soon his face was covered with saliva as he recounted what happened back then.

"A toast? Brother, can you sing? Sing it for me? " Shen Qingfeng's eyes lit up, as if he became interested, and asked with a smile.

The old man was not afraid of the stage. He stood up shakily and tried his best to straighten his back. His skinny body also showed signs of masculinity.

A toast, a strong bass voice, mixed with the unique atmosphere of this land, actually sang out a strong and fierce aura!

Sept. 9, New Brewing Wine

Good wine is in my hands

good wine

Drink my wine!

upper and lower ventilation without cough

Drink my wine!

nourishing yin to strengthen yang and stagnation of the mouth

Drink my wine!

[A man dares to kill himself!]

Drink my wine!

He will not kowtow when he sees the emperor

147-369

Come with me!

good wine

Good wine and good wine

"..."

Shen Qingfeng listened to the song quietly until it was over. The song had brought back his memories.

In that life, as a great general in the Heavenly Court's army, he drank with his subordinates to kill their enemies. He also liked to sing those songs.

He picked up the jar of wine and drank it all in one gulp, the clear sorghum wine wetting his clothes.

His eyes turned red, and a strong high-precision white wine started burning in his stomach. A wave of murderous intent mixed with the smell of alcohol was released from his body.

He glanced at the old man with that frightening aura. The old man was so frightened that he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"This is indeed a good wine!" This is the money for the liquor, there's no need for the shop! "

Shen Qingfeng took out a red banknote and slammed it on the table, then picked up his Demon Saber and left the tavern in big strides.

After the battle ended, Lin Feng personally saw Shen Qingfeng's godly talent. After returning, he began to mobilize all the funds to bring down's fifty million.

This time, it was twenty thousand yuan, which he had mentioned the day before yesterday.

The old man trembled as he stood up. When he saw the thick stack of bills on the table, he seemed to recall something and hurriedly chased after it.

"Customer, it's too dark outside. Let's rest for a night before leaving!"

But when he chased her outside, he couldn't find a single trace of her!

Logically speaking, the youth in white clothes would be very conspicuous even at night, but it was as if he had vanished into thin air.

The old man swallowed and quickly closed the door.

He wrapped his wallet with a bundle and smashed his grandson into the ground when he returned to the back room.

"Master, what are you doing?" "I just fell asleep …"

The little boy rubbed his eyes and muttered in dissatisfaction.

"What else is there to do? Hurry up and pack up. We're not staying here anymore, let's go into the city and look for your father!"

"Me doesn't go to school, why would I come to the city?"

"What are you doing!? "Kid, you don't know, but after making a circle around the gates of hell, we have to hurry up and run. Quickly get up, don't talk rubbish!"

"Green Death Mouth …" "I'm afraid the sky is going to change …"

"..."