Chapter 2904
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"Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, I prefer to walk in the tiger mountains. I'm proud of myself. In fact, my life is like Earth..."
In the old and dark winery, the old shopkeeper murmured in his mouth. In the dark shop, all the people sitting there chose to be silent and drank the wine made by the old shopkeeper.
The wine here is not good.
But everyone who enters the store will take a big gulp, just like drinking Jue Ming wine.
This is really Jue Ming wine, because all the people who enter this shop will do Jue Ming.
Therefore, even if it is not a good wine, we should drink enough and have a good time.
All the people who can enter this store are heroes from all walks of life. Who hasn't brought some of them with them? It is thousands of times better than the wine in this shop.
But I don't know when, all the people who come here have to drink the bad wine made by the old shopkeeper.
Maybe a group of people who are about to die will sit together, even if they don't say a word, and drink the wine silently, they will have a different taste.
Maybe we come here not to drink, but to make friends, at least not too lonely after death.
However, there is such a strange person, he came here to drink.
And a drink is a whole month. In the evening, the old shopkeeper did not drive him out. In the morning, the old shopkeeper continued to serve him wine.
At the end of a month, he seemed to be used to it.
Or the person has been ignored.
It's easy to ignore people who only drink and don't talk for a month.
Another night left, the old shopkeeper got up on time to open a shop, took out a bottle of daughter red from behind the counter on time, and gave it to the man sitting in the corner.
He put down the wine, turned around and left, never asking about the money. He never seemed to worry about when the man would slip away quietly.
A month's continuous drinking is a lot of money.
"Shopkeeper!" Suddenly, the man spoke.
The shopkeeper thought that the man was dumb.
It was absolutely a surprise that the mute suddenly opened his mouth to speak. However, there was no fluctuation on the shopkeeper's face. He turned to look at the man and asked, "objective, what else can I do for you?"
"Didn't you think that I'd be repudiated?" The man looked at the shopkeeper curiously and asked.
Looking at his appearance, it seems that his curiosity to the shopkeeper has far exceeded that of the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper smiles and says, "I know that objectivity won't be repudiated."
"Why?" the man asked
The shopkeeper said, "if you are a deadbeat, you won't ask me that."
The man smile, smile very open, way: "it seems that you just know that I will not dishonor."
"Yes," said the shopkeeper
The man looked at the shopkeeper carefully. It was the first time that he paid attention to the shopkeeper since he entered the store for a month.
The old shopkeeper looks like he is in his early seventies. His hair is gray and his face is full of wrinkles. His hands are wrinkled and rough. His nails have become ragged because of his long-time coolie.
This is an ordinary and extraordinary common people.
However, the depth of his eyes flashed.
The man did not show anything wrong and asked, "how much is it?"
The shopkeeper did not directly say how much money, but asked: "objective, do you have a good idea?"
"Yes," the man said decisively
The shopkeeper is a Leng, some regret way: "I thought you saw so much, heard so much, will give up."
The man smile, gently put a ingot of gold on the seat, stand up to leave.
A ingot of gold can buy the old shopkeeper's wine for a year.
The old shopkeeper didn't show any excitement. He didn't even pay more attention to the gold. Instead, he looked at the man and said, "objectively, I gave you those wine."
The man body a meal, the way: "then save to drink next time."
The voice is still down, the man has arrived outside the shop.
"Next time..." The old shopkeeper shook his head, turned to the corner, collected the bright gold, and began to carefully wipe the table.
The man walked out of the winery and looked up at the sky. The sky was still gray.
The pedestrians on the road are in twos and threes, which are obviously divided into two types: one is vigorous and the other is critically ill.
Even if the man has only been here for a month and spent most of his time in the winery, he can still recognize these two kinds of people at a glance.
The first kind of people are foreigners, and the second kind are local people.
No matter the young man is very pale, the old man is not very good.
Looking at the world, only the town of demons is like this.
To the west of JiangMo town is a continuous black mountain range, as if to the horizon.
The black mountain range is one of the three most famous mountain ranges, the magic mountain range.Around the moutian mountain range, within hundreds of millions of miles, there is only one living creature gathering place in JiangMo town. For a strong cultivator, hundreds of millions of miles is nothing, but for ordinary people, it can't go out for a few lives.
Therefore, the residents of JiangMo town can only survive in JiangMo town.
The man went out of the demon town and strode towards the enchanted mountain range.
Mootan mountain looks like an ordinary mountain range. In addition to its spectacular momentum, it does not frighten people with evil spirit. As a result, it will not feel any discomfort when it is close to the mountain.
However, this is the most terrible.
Because there is a special force in the mountain range. After the special power enters the body, it is too late for ordinary people to find out.
So that the man on the way to the magic mountain, saw the roadside grass trees, piled up with countless dead bones.
Those dead bones are always warning people that they are going to hell.
But there are often people desperate to enter the mountain range.
"Ah..."
Suddenly, there was a scream ahead.
The man strode forward, only to see an old man lying on the ground, the body in rapid decay.
"Daoyou, please help me..."
The man saw the man, just like a drowning child saw the straw, and called for help in a hurry.
The man suddenly stopped, frowned, and did not go to rescue.
"You are..."
Suddenly, the old man looked at the man and exclaimed.
"Are you Han Yu The old man was surprised and pleased. He quickly climbed up to the man and begged, "master Han, you are very kind. Please help me..."
In the process of crawling, the old man's flesh and blood died away. Finally, he stopped three feet away from the man. There was only a skeleton left, which still kept the appearance of crawling.
The man sighed, not that he didn't want to save.
It's that the old man is hopeless.
The invisible power of magic mountain can turn magic into decay and destroy everything.
Once inhaled into the body, reaching the limit of the body, it is difficult to save the immortal.
With a flick of his finger, an air wave sent the skeleton to the shade of the roadside trees and continued to walk towards the magic mountain.
This man is no other than Han Yu.
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"Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, I prefer to walk in the tiger mountains. I'm proud of myself. In fact, my life is like Earth..."
In the old and dark winery, the old shopkeeper murmured in his mouth. In the dark shop, all the people sitting there chose to be silent and drank the wine made by the old shopkeeper.
The wine here is not good.
But everyone who enters the store will take a big gulp, just like drinking Jue Ming wine.
This is really Jue Ming wine, because all the people who enter this shop will do Jue Ming.
Therefore, even if it is not a good wine, we should drink enough and have a good time.
All the people who can enter this store are heroes from all walks of life. Who hasn't brought some of them with them? It is thousands of times better than the wine in this shop.
But I don't know when, all the people who come here have to drink the bad wine made by the old shopkeeper.
Maybe a group of people who are about to die will sit together, even if they don't say a word, and drink the wine silently, they will have a different taste.
Maybe we come here not to drink, but to make friends, at least not too lonely after death.
However, there is such a strange person, he came here to drink.
And a drink is a whole month. In the evening, the old shopkeeper did not drive him out. In the morning, the old shopkeeper continued to serve him wine.
At the end of a month, he seemed to be used to it.
Or the person has been ignored.
It's easy to ignore people who only drink and don't talk for a month.
Another night left, the old shopkeeper got up on time to open a shop, took out a bottle of daughter red from behind the counter on time, and gave it to the man sitting in the corner.
He put down the wine, turned around and left, never asking about the money. He never seemed to worry about when the man would slip away quietly.
A month's continuous drinking is a lot of money.
"Shopkeeper!" Suddenly, the man spoke.
The shopkeeper thought that the man was dumb.
It was absolutely a surprise that the mute suddenly opened his mouth to speak. However, there was no fluctuation on the shopkeeper's face. He turned to look at the man and asked, "objective, what else can I do for you?"
"Didn't you think that I'd be repudiated?" The man looked at the shopkeeper curiously and asked.
Looking at his appearance, it seems that his curiosity to the shopkeeper has far exceeded that of the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper smiles and says, "I know that objectivity won't be repudiated."
"Why?" the man asked
The shopkeeper said, "if you are a deadbeat, you won't ask me that."
The man smile, smile very open, way: "it seems that you just know that I will not dishonor."
"Yes," said the shopkeeper
The man looked at the shopkeeper carefully. It was the first time that he paid attention to the shopkeeper since he entered the store for a month.
The old shopkeeper looks like he is in his early seventies. His hair is gray and his face is full of wrinkles. His hands are wrinkled and rough. His nails have become ragged because of his long-time coolie.
This is an ordinary and extraordinary common people.
However, the depth of his eyes flashed.
The man did not show anything wrong and asked, "how much is it?"
The shopkeeper did not directly say how much money, but asked: "objective, do you have a good idea?"
"Yes," the man said decisively
The shopkeeper is a Leng, some regret way: "I thought you saw so much, heard so much, will give up."
The man smile, gently put a ingot of gold on the seat, stand up to leave.
A ingot of gold can buy the old shopkeeper's wine for a year.
The old shopkeeper didn't show any excitement. He didn't even pay more attention to the gold. Instead, he looked at the man and said, "objectively, I gave you those wine."
The man body a meal, the way: "then save to drink next time."
The voice is still down, the man has arrived outside the shop.
"Next time..." The old shopkeeper shook his head, turned to the corner, collected the bright gold, and began to carefully wipe the table.
The man walked out of the winery and looked up at the sky. The sky was still gray.
The pedestrians on the road are in twos and threes, which are obviously divided into two types: one is vigorous and the other is critically ill.
Even if the man has only been here for a month and spent most of his time in the winery, he can still recognize these two kinds of people at a glance.
The first kind of people are foreigners, and the second kind are local people.
No matter the young man is very pale, the old man is not very good.
Looking at the world, only the town of demons is like this.
To the west of JiangMo town is a continuous black mountain range, as if to the horizon.
The black mountain range is one of the three most famous mountain ranges, the magic mountain range.Around the moutian mountain range, within hundreds of millions of miles, there is only one living creature gathering place in JiangMo town. For a strong cultivator, hundreds of millions of miles is nothing, but for ordinary people, it can't go out for a few lives.
Therefore, the residents of JiangMo town can only survive in JiangMo town.
The man went out of the demon town and strode towards the enchanted mountain range.
Mootan mountain looks like an ordinary mountain range. In addition to its spectacular momentum, it does not frighten people with evil spirit. As a result, it will not feel any discomfort when it is close to the mountain.
However, this is the most terrible.
Because there is a special force in the mountain range. After the special power enters the body, it is too late for ordinary people to find out.
So that the man on the way to the magic mountain, saw the roadside grass trees, piled up with countless dead bones.
Those dead bones are always warning people that they are going to hell.
But there are often people desperate to enter the mountain range.
"Ah..."
Suddenly, there was a scream ahead.
The man strode forward, only to see an old man lying on the ground, the body in rapid decay.
"Daoyou, please help me..."
The man saw the man, just like a drowning child saw the straw, and called for help in a hurry.
The man suddenly stopped, frowned, and did not go to rescue.
"You are..."
Suddenly, the old man looked at the man and exclaimed.
"Are you Han Yu The old man was surprised and pleased. He quickly climbed up to the man and begged, "master Han, you are very kind. Please help me..."
In the process of crawling, the old man's flesh and blood died away. Finally, he stopped three feet away from the man. There was only a skeleton left, which still kept the appearance of crawling.
The man sighed, not that he didn't want to save.
It's that the old man is hopeless.
The invisible power of magic mountain can turn magic into decay and destroy everything.
Once inhaled into the body, reaching the limit of the body, it is difficult to save the immortal.
With a flick of his finger, an air wave sent the skeleton to the shade of the roadside trees and continued to walk towards the magic mountain.
This man is no other than Han Yu.
www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
"Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, I prefer to walk in the tiger mountains. I'm proud of myself. In fact, my life is like Earth..." In the old and dark winery, the old shopkeeper murmured in his mouth. In the dark shop, all the people sitting there chose to be silent and drank the wine made by the old shopkeeper. The wine here is not good. But everyone who enters the store will take a big gulp, just like drinking Jue Ming wine. This is really Jue Ming wine, because all the people who enter this shop will do Jue Ming. Therefore, even if it is not a good wine, we should drink enough and have a good time. All the people who can enter this store are heroes from all walks of life. Who hasn't brought some of them with them? It is thousands of times better than the wine in this shop. But I don't know when, all the people who come here have to drink the bad wine made by the old shopkeeper. Maybe a group of people who are about to die will sit together, even if they don't say a word, and drink the wine silently, they will have a different taste. Maybe we come here not to drink, but to make friends, at least not too lonely after death. However, there is such a strange person, he came here to drink. And a drink is a whole month. In the evening, the old shopkeeper did not drive him out. In the morning, the old shopkeeper continued to serve him wine. At the end of a month, he seemed to be used to it. Or the person has been ignored. It's easy to ignore people who only drink and don't talk for a month. Another night left, the old shopkeeper got up on time to open a shop, took out a bottle of daughter red from behind the counter on time, and gave it to the man sitting in the corner. He put down the wine, turned around and left, never asking about the money. He never seemed to worry about when the man would slip away quietly. A month's continuous drinking is a lot of money. "Shopkeeper!" Suddenly, the man spoke. The shopkeeper thought that the man was dumb. It was absolutely a surprise that the mute suddenly opened his mouth to speak. However, there was no fluctuation on the shopkeeper's face. He turned to look at the man and asked, "objective, what else can I do for you?" "Didn't you think that I'd be repudiated?" The man looked at the shopkeeper curiously and asked. Looking at his appearance, it seems that his curiosity to the shopkeeper has far exceeded that of the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper smiles and says, "I know that objectivity won't be repudiated." "Why?" the man asked The shopkeeper said, "if you are a deadbeat, you won't ask me that." The man smile, smile very open, way: "it seems that you just know that I will not dishonor." "Yes," said the shopkeeper The man looked at the shopkeeper carefully. It was the first time that he paid attention to the shopkeeper since he entered the store for a month. The old shopkeeper looks like he is in his early seventies. His hair is gray and his face is full of wrinkles. His hands are wrinkled and rough. His nails have become ragged because of his long-time coolie. This is an ordinary and extraordinary common people. However, the depth of his eyes flashed. The man did not show anything wrong and asked, "how much is it?" The shopkeeper did not directly say how much money, but asked: "objective, do you have a good idea?" "Yes," the man said decisively The shopkeeper is a Leng, some regret way: "I thought you saw so much, heard so much, will give up." The man smile, gently put a ingot of gold on the seat, stand up to leave. A ingot of gold can buy the old shopkeeper's wine for a year. The old shopkeeper didn't show any excitement. He didn't even pay more attention to the gold. Instead, he looked at the man and said, "objectively, I gave you those wine." The man body a meal, the way: "then save to drink next time." The voice is still down, the man has arrived outside the shop. "Next time..." The old shopkeeper shook his head, turned to the corner, collected the bright gold, and began to carefully wipe the table. The man walked out of the winery and looked up at the sky. The sky was still gray. The pedestrians on the road are in twos and threes, which are obviously divided into two types: one is vigorous and the other is critically ill. Even if the man has only been here for a month and spent most of his time in the winery, he can still recognize these two kinds of people at a glance. The first kind of people are foreigners, and the second kind are local people. No matter the young man is very pale, the old man is not very good. Looking at the world, only the town of demons is like this. To the west of JiangMo town is a continuous black mountain range, as if to the horizon. The black mountain range is one of the three most famous mountain ranges, the magic mountain range.Around the moutian mountain range, within hundreds of millions of miles, there is only one living creature gathering place in JiangMo town. For a strong cultivator, hundreds of millions of miles is nothing, but for ordinary people, it can't go out for a few lives. Therefore, the residents of JiangMo town can only survive in JiangMo town. The man went out of the demon town and strode towards the enchanted mountain range. Mootan mountain looks like an ordinary mountain range. In addition to its spectacular momentum, it does not frighten people with evil spirit. As a result, it will not feel any discomfort when it is close to the mountain. However, this is the most terrible. Because there is a special force in the mountain range. After the special power enters the body, it is too late for ordinary people to find out. So that the man on the way to the magic mountain, saw the roadside grass trees, piled up with countless dead bones. Those dead bones are always warning people that they are going to hell. But there are often people desperate to enter the mountain range. "Ah..." Suddenly, there was a scream ahead. The man strode forward, only to see an old man lying on the ground, the body in rapid decay. "Daoyou, please help me..." The man saw the man, just like a drowning child saw the straw, and called for help in a hurry. The man suddenly stopped, frowned, and did not go to rescue. "You are..." Suddenly, the old man looked at the man and exclaimed. "Are you Han Yu The old man was surprised and pleased. He quickly climbed up to the man and begged, "master Han, you are very kind. Please help me..." In the process of crawling, the old man's flesh and blood died away. Finally, he stopped three feet away from the man. There was only a skeleton left, which still kept the appearance of crawling. The man sighed, not that he didn't want to save. It's that the old man is hopeless. The invisible power of magic mountain can turn magic into decay and destroy everything. Once inhaled into the body, reaching the limit of the body, it is difficult to save the immortal. With a flick of his finger, an air wave sent the skeleton to the shade of the roadside trees and continued to walk towards the magic mountain. This man is no other than Han Yu. www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
