Fantasy: I, Invincible Start From The Prodigal!

"Monk of wine, you are going to quit drinking anyway, so today I will let you have a good drink!"

"Don't worry, I have enough control over this wine, and it's all 10,000 years old!"

"If ten pots are not enough, a hundred pots are enough, and a hundred pots are not enough for a thousand pots. As long as you can drink it, I will get it for you!"

After taking out 30 pots of Wancaoqiong slurry, Ye Feng looked at Monk Jiu and said earnestly.

"A pot for a thousand years, a thousand pots is a million years!"

"This kid is really going to kill them all, so that I can never drink wine again in my life!"

After listening to Ye Feng's words, looking at the thirty pots of Wancaoqiong slurry on the table in front of him, the wine monk is really going crazy!

No matter what!

But if there are, although he knows the consequences are serious, he really can't help but want to drink them all!

The Fatal Attraction of Herbs is no joke!

"Little brother, I was just joking!"

"I'm not really going to quit drinking, I'm just giving myself a psychological comfort. If you do this now, it will really kill me!"

Finally, the wine monk couldn't help but complained to Ye Feng.

"Then I put it away?"

Hearing this, Ye Feng was also stunned. He really didn't expect this to happen. Looking at the thirty pots of fine wine in front of him, he could only say his own proposal with a wry smile.

"Even if you put it away, I'll still miss it!"

"You shouldn't have taken out..."

boom! boom! boom!

With the sound of the crisp shattering of the wine jug, the wine monk who had not finished speaking was dumbfounded.

Thirty pots of Wancaoqiong slurry with a ten-thousand-year-old age were just shattered. Looking at the fine wine spilled all over the floor, the wine monk felt that his heart was broken!

"I'm just whining!"

"This is all priceless wine, are you a prodigal?"

Um!

Hearing this, Ye Feng suddenly laughed and said, "I've already hidden it so deeply, but I didn't expect you to find it!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the task, rewarded with 1 million prodigal points, and rewarded with a god-level hangover pill*10,000!"

God-level hangover pill: It can relieve the after-drinking effects of any wine in the Nether, whether it is fine wine or poisonous wine, including the ten thousand years of Wancaoqiong slurry!

Hearing the beeping sound of the system's reward, Ye Feng asked suspiciously, "System, is your reward delayed?"

"Ding! Don't panic, the host, the system will never default on any rewards. Due to the influence of the host, the system will go to sleep from time to time!"

...

Hearing this, Ye Feng's face was instantly covered with black lines!

What a system you have started to fall asleep?

Also influenced by me, I sleep to find the Seven Fairies to play games, you sleep with wool!

"Monk of wine, eat this."

After complaining about the system, Ye Feng took out a god-level hangover pill and handed it to the collapsing monk.

"Ten lines?"

"Divine Pill?"

"Little brother, what kind of magic pill is this?"

The wine monk is stupid!

He never dreamed that there really is a magic pill in this world!

"Monk Jiu, you don't have to say it once or twice, but I hope you will call me big brother from now on, or my brother will be angry!"

? ?

What is the difference between little brother and big brother?

What does my name have to do with your brother?

Although very confused, the wine monk still changed his mind and said, "Big brother, what kind of magic pill is this?"

"God-level hangover pill, as long as you eat this Medicine Pill, let alone drink a pot of Wancaoqiong slurry, even if you drink a hundred pots in one breath, you will not become addicted to alcohol in the future. No wine is tasteless!"

Hearing Ye Feng's explanation, the wine monk looked at the divine pill in his hand, and then lowered his head to look at the fine wine spilled on the ground, and shouted at Ye Feng with a gradually broken mind: "If you have this divine pill, you should take it out earlier, you This is not in Huo Huo wine, you are in Huo Huo me!"

"Didn't I just want to sell a Heavenly Dao order?"

"You're a loser! You're amazing! But don't use these fine wines to humiliate me!"

Tear!

Saying that, the wine monk tearfully tore off a piece of cloth on his robe, and began to use this cloth to absorb the fine wine spilled on the ground, then twist it and pour it into his own wine Calabash!

"No, we are cultivators, can't we wrap all the fine wine spilled on the ground with Spirit Power and pour it into the wine Calabash?"

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng was really shocked, but he couldn't help but complain.

"I use this way to always remind me how hard-earned these wines are!"

Hearing Monk Jiu's words, Ye Feng directly took out another 300 pots of Wancaoqiong slurry from the system space and put it on the table.

"Drink!"

Peng!

Hearing this, and seeing the brand-new 300 pots of Wancaoqiong slurry on the table, the wine monk kicked the wine Calabash to the ground with one foot, cursing, "It's hard to come by!"

During the drinking and chatting, Ye Feng realized that the wine monk in front of him had worked in Heavenly Dao City for nearly a hundred years. Although he used the Heavenly Dao points he earned to buy some things he needed, he really had done enough.

In addition, he usually saw too many good things in Heavenly Dao City in his spare time, and the feeling that he could see but couldn't afford it made him collapse.

As a result, two years after it came out, I accidentally got a Heavenly Dao order, and then I thought about selling it, and I will never let myself suffer that crime again!

"Young Master Ye, these 10,000-year-old Wancaoqiong slurries are considered the best in Heavenly Dao City. How did you get so much?"

Monk Jiu also looked at Ye Feng curiously and asked.

"A prodigal loser!"

Hearing Ye Feng's righteous answer, the wine monk was going crazy!

God is such a loser!

I'm a wine monk, not a stupid monk, can you show some respect for my IQ!

"Young Master Ye, so you are here!"

"I just discovered a funny thing, that is..."

When the blood-devouring mantis opened the door and walked in, it smelled the familiar aroma of wine, and looked directly at Ye Feng and said excitedly, "Young Master Ye, isn't this the wine we used to soak our feet last time?"

Soak feet?

Soak your feet with the ten thousand-year-old Wancaoqiong slurry, are you sure he didn't invite him here to pretend to force it?

Hearing the words of the blood-devouring mantis, the wine monk said that I am deeply suspicious of you!

After a while.

spendthrift!

You are all prodigal!

Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death by someone else one day?

Seeing one person and one demon soaking their feet with Wancaoqiong, the wine monk felt that Ye Feng's maddened and prodigal behavior had become a psychological shadow for him!

"I'm absolutely crazy!"

"People have left me 30 pots of Wancaoqiong slurry, but now I have an urge to keep their foot-washing water!"

In the empty guest room, looking at the two wine pots left by Ye Feng and the blood-devouring mantis, the monk Jiu's eyes were full of fierce struggle!