Tripod Reverses the Heaven

This scene made the ancient wind of gradually despair show the color of ecstasy on the spot. He was about to call for help again, but he saw a super huge spoon in the old man's hand. After he stirred it in the big pot, he scooped up the ancient wind directly, put it in front of his nose, smelled it and put it down. Then scooped up the petals and smelled, which showed a satisfied look.

This series of actions confused the ancient style on the spot. What does the old man mean? He turned a deaf ear to his cry for help and mercy. At this time, he scooped himself up and smelled... Did he really use himself as a ingredient for brewing wine?

The old custom of hindsight and hindsight wanted to scold on the spot, but before he scolded loudly, a scene of despair appeared. The old man first put down the big spoon and then picked up a big dark pot cover. Just when the ancient wind was stunned, it was deducted

Bang bang, the whole world is dark, the sun is gone, and the old man is gone.

Three seconds later

"Ah... You dead old man, you dead pervert, do you really want to brew me? Let me out, let me out... "Gu Feng shouted and scolded hard, but it didn't help. The old man seemed like a deaf man. He turned a deaf ear to these sounds and didn't respond.

Gu Feng was desperate. He struggled and rolled hard, trying to get rid of the shackles, but where could he do it?

When he was gradually desperate, he suddenly felt the water temperature getting hot

This... The old man is cooking with a fire?

This ancient style was completely scared silly. He never thought that he could not steal wine, but he was made into wine alive!

If this gets out, it won't be called eternal good news. It's a real eternal ridicule!

Make new wine on September 9. Good wine comes from our hands. If you want to make good wine, you have to wait until September 9

The poor old man's own broken Gong voice sounded again and turned into a life-threatening symphony!

At this moment, Gu Feng fell into deep despair again. He shouted hard and struggled as much as he could, but the bad old man outside didn't make any response from the beginning to the end. What should we do?

Gu Feng regretted that he shouldn't be greedy and steal wine. He regretted that he shouldn't try fresh wine on the spot after stealing wine... Even he regretted that he shouldn't run out alone. Even if he wants to travel, he shouldn't cross the no man's land of hundreds of States and run to this half of the continent? If he chooses to travel on the other side of the no man's land, at least Qingtian shenting can give him some secret protection?

Qingtian shenting dominates dozens of states on the other side. No matter how much trouble you make, you won't really lose your life, will you?

Ancient style is really regretted, but is regret useful? There are masters who refine any pill in the world, but there is no regret pill.

Since it was useless to toss about, the ancient style simply stopped making trouble. He closed his eyes again and waited to die.

He knows that if his life style is changed and his luck is robbed, he may lose his life at any time. Even if he escaped today, there may be other disasters in the future.

The water temperature is gradually heating up, and bursts of tingling also gradually hit my heart, but the ancient wind doesn't change its face.

Suddenly, the ancient wind only felt that there were dense lines coming in and acting on the petals and their own bodies. Suddenly, a strong aroma of wine floated.

"Eh? It seems that brewing is not so simple at all? What is the function of these dense patterns? It seems that I didn't see the old man's secret pattern a year ago. "

It's really rare. On the verge of death, Gu Feng is still interested in studying wine making. If you let others know, you don't know whether to admire or laugh at it.

"The old man's wine is the only one in the world. If you want to brew such a good wine, the process can never be so simple, so it's natural to have dense grain blessing. " The old wind began to talk to himself, and seemed to understand a lot at once.

He knew that it was not the old man who did not bless the secret pattern a year ago, but he didn't notice it.

Around, pieces of pink petals were gradually dissolved and turned into wisps of steam, which was transmitted to the pipe made of bamboo tube. The steam turns into liquid and flows into another big cylinder

It's wine. Some petals have turned into wine!

Suddenly, the ancient wind only felt bursts of unbearable stinging pain on his mind again. The next second, he was shocked to find that his fingers and toes had been melted

Hiss!

It was a big surprise, which made the ancient wind suck cold on the spot. Is it really going to be boiled?

"No, I can't just die. I still have a lot of things to do. I have to find my wife, I have to find my son, I have to reunite with my parents, I have Qingtian shenting, and I have the cause of cutting heaven..."

The ancient wind whispered, and suddenly felt the value of its own existence. What if the life style is changed? We should cut the sky, we have to cut the sky!

What if your luck is gone? Even if he dies, he still has his son's legacy!

What are you afraid of?

Why give up life? Why give up life?

After thinking through these, the ancient wind roared again, and he struggled and rolled again as much as he could. Unfortunately, the old man was still unmoved.

Gu Feng turned his mind and tried his best to think about what could attract the old man's attention. After thinking for a long time, he realized that the old man's only hobby might be wine.

However, can you take out the old man's wine?

"Wine? Looks like I stole a lot? I don't know if it was taken back by the old man? Try it! "

Thinking of this, the old wind shouted again on the spot: "old man, do you brew me useful? I'm not a special brewing material. I can't be saved. No, if you let me go, how about I return all the stolen wine to you? "

After roaring, the ancient wind listened with expectation.

Unfortunately, the old man still didn't make any response, but Gu Feng was not disappointed, because he obviously felt that the fire under the pot was extinguished. That is, the old man heard his cry and stopped making wine.

"Return to the cloud God of wine. I know my mistake and am willing to return the stolen wine. Please be merciful and let me out!"

The old wind shouted again, as if he had seen hope.

However, the next second, the ancient wind panicked again, because he felt that the fire under the pot was burning again, and the water in the pot was boiling.

"Hiss..." the ancient wind took a breath, and the whole heart fell to the bottom of the valley.

He shouted again on the spot: "old man, you... How can you do this? If you really cook me, it will only be a loss to you, because the stolen wine will die with my death. Those are aged for more than 50000 years! "