Mr. Jie is very cheerful. As the saying goes, water is in the skin in the morning and water in the evening is nothing.
A small pot of ginseng flower tea completely opened up and activated the old man's state, as if spring had arrived.
"Refreshing~"
The reason why old man Jie said this is because his territory is a large saline-alkali land with a radius of several hundred miles, which is completely different from the relatively humid environment of Mingguang. He will not feel anything if he stays for a while occasionally, but in the long run it will be a bit unbearable. Living.
So the old man had been taking turns to live in the pastures behind those "doors" a long time ago, to experience the different climates and the freshness brought by hell, and no longer had to worry about the poor living environment - But the frequent changes of residence made Mr. Jie's body a little overwhelmed.
I don’t know when, but the old man couldn’t eat well or sleep well. He couldn’t do any work and even had several age spots popping up on his face.
"well..."
Mr. Jie just wanted to sigh:
The butcher's knife of time really can't be avoided just by being handsome - otherwise, why would my old man suffer this fate?
When he was young, he could eat thirty buns together without drinking any water. Now, he feels bloated after eating three buns, and he might even have to make two or three trips to the manhole.
The old man's sad face looked familiar to Lin Chou.
Hunters over forty years old who come and go back to the mountains all day long can almost always find similar or simply the same template on their faces, such as 'reminiscing about the past', 'turbulent years' and 'I have a story' Do you have any wine?" There is no need to brew at all, just open your mouth.
If we chatted in the right way, we could talk for three days and three nights, and the story would still be endless.
Normally at times like this, Lin Moumou would always smile cooperatively and said that although our small business here should not owe credit, we would never engage in flashy things like limited sales of wine.
Boss Lin entered the business emoticon mode with a calm smile, took out a small notebook,
"Hey, what do you want to eat?"
The old man took a glance and said,
"Hey, it sounds like that. I'll have to think about it carefully."
People like Mr. Jie are the pickiest eaters. He is good at raising top-quality ingredients that others would not even dare to think about in the era of cataclysm, and he is naturally very picky.
After eating too much delicacies, I became more interested in side dishes.
The old man put his hands behind his back and looked up at the string of small signs hanging on the beams. He paced and said casually,
“A plate of fried beef trotters that I had last time...”
"Hmm... where's the stew? Why isn't the big piece of stew written on it?"
“Two more cloves of raw garlic!”
"Osmanthus cicada~"
"Hey, Sai Nian Gao? Is it a new dish? This effect...is something..."
"It's baked purple cloud snails with pepper sprouts."
The old man picked out his ears.
"What are you talking about?"
Lin Chou: "..."
This old man, this old man is a bit too much.
Mr. Jie suddenly felt a little pity,
"There's no edamame, right? There's no edamame in this season, right? How can there be no edamame when there are peanuts..."
Lin Chou held the pen without raising it.
"It has just been more than a month since the last harvest in Zhuangzi, a farming and pastoral area in the south of the city, and we have to wait for the next batch."
The old man nodded and said,
"I remember that there is a piece of land in the south of the city with very good soil quality, and the edamame grown there is very tasty. I will ask about it later."
The bill was settled and the food and drinks were served.
The old man was alone in front of a table of wine and food, and he insisted on running to the jar of colorful snake king wine that had been opened and placed in the store to show off and challenge him to exchange for medals, and took a sniff.
"Hiss...oh..."
The old man almost fell over due to the smell of alcohol. It took him a long time to recover. His eyes were all red.
"This wine of yours... is made by mixing source crystals with alcohol... the 'strength' is too strong..."
He couldn't bear the strength of this wine. Mr. Jie said angrily,
"Even if this wine is a true fifth level, I'm afraid it won't be able to drink this bottle, right?"
Lin Chou thought for a while,
"It's really not certain. Wen Zhongjiu and Mr. Wen and Lao Zhao can definitely do it. If the Wandering Demon activates his skills, there is basically no pressure. Mr. Zhao and the shameless couple at the foot of the mountain can probably give it a try... "
Lin Chou said all at once that so many people had come out, and Mr. Jie was obviously a little embarrassed.
(Why the hell are you even not allowed to comfort yourself?)
(My old man is so drooling that he can’t even say a few sarcastic words?)
(Why is this boss suddenly so down-to-earth?)
(Check your conscience and ask yourself, are your dishes half as affordable as your crappy mouth?)
Lin Chou suddenly thought about something else at this moment.
The two or three couples at the foot of the mountain should be singled out to specifically refer to "Lord Hongshan".
Theoretically speaking, the prerequisite for drinking the Five-Colored Snake King Wine is that the physical strength reaches the fifth-level standard. Hongshan Ye has no need to say that the fifth-level top-level combat power is very skinny and tricky. If the state is full, even Lin Chou's strange power is needed. Only through opportunism can he be knocked unconscious.
It's okay for Mr. Hongshan to drink a few jars of colorful Snake King Wine and yarn, but once his personality switches to Mr. Huangshan's side, he will have a good understanding of what it means to deceive himself by using non-mainstream operations.
As for whether the Queen of Night can drink it, it's really hard to say.
According to the timeline, the Queen of the Night could be packed up by Huang, who was a complete scumbag a few months ago, and carried her and Night Breeze back to the light. What's the point of talking about strength?
However, the fact does not have to be like this. Judging from the only few spectacular appearances of the Queen of the Night (she even took the time to have a decisive victory with some garrison troops led by General Ye), Mingguang was later even defeated. The gentlemen who carried it away were not able to get it back.) This is a proper style that can only be seen by at least the fifth-level boss, waving his hands and the minions are pouring in like rain...
The most important thing is that including Ye Yu, Ye Feng, the big-breasted sister Miko, whose power system is not on the same category page as Ming Guang, Lin Chou's true seeing ability can at least guarantee that he has a rough idea, but as soon as the Queen of Night arrives, he will follow Look at the same thing as an ordinary person - where is the liar? !
According to Lin Chou's thinking, no matter what the Queen of Night's strength is, converted to Mingguang standards, it must be at least the fifth level followed by countless plus signs. The Queen of Night's strength has been going up and down several times, which makes people uncertain. The reason is either due to the strange restrictions on the sacred objects in Luan Mountain, or simply because he suffered as heavy a blow as Old Man Zhao.
emmm...
Ball sack!
So speaking of it, it’s probably 80% or maybe this is the real reason why countless people in Mingguang couldn’t figure it out despite their brains, and the classic case of the Queen of the Night being successfully defeated by Huang Dashan, a good guy?
Now think about how many coincidences and fates it took to create such a prince on the left bank who is very likely to bring Mingguang and Luanshan together in the future!
Is it possible that the wrong template came out?
For some reason, Lin Chou felt not only that he had suddenly figured out something, but also felt depressed and depressed as if he had been robbed of his business:
It feels like you are the protagonist...
An old hand like a withered vine suddenly stretched out and snapped its fingers in front of Lin Chou.
"Hey! What are you thinking about?"
"You're stupid or you've lost your soul..."
"Wake up, the foreman asked you to get up and move bricks. They are all red bricks, not hollow bricks!"
Lin Chou: "..."
Ye Yu and Ye Feng were both present. Although her lines were poor, her ears were not just for decoration~
Lin Moumou's guess can't be said, he feels so suffocated and panic...
