The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

Hearing this, Chu Heng turned his head funny and asked, "Who stipulated that it can't be done? I just treat her well and take care of her. Do you have to do it with some purpose? Seniors, don't treat everyone as the same at a glance!"

These words made the person on the opposite side stop talking, Chu Heng said it well.

No one stipulates that a man and a woman must have a certain purpose and a specific relationship to treat each other well.

Then he shook his head and sighed: "It seems that I have been in the secular world for too long, and I have some abnormal ideas, but I have forgotten that there are still some people who are different from all living beings. I was wrong in what I said earlier. "

After finishing speaking, he took a sip of wine, handed the gourd over, looked at Chu Heng and the others, and asked, "Do you want it?"

Chu Heng shook his head and said, "No, we are not used to drinking senior's wine."

Qu Wuyi on the side also nodded when he heard the words, then raised a small crystal bottle next to him, took a sip of the golden yellow liquid in the jug, then exhaled, and looked at the opposite person as if showing off.

Smelling the rich fruity aroma exhaled from Qu Wuyi's mouth, the man paused for a while.

Then he couldn't help asking: "What's in it? It smells like juice made from some fruits and elixir."

Seeing Qu Wuyi's showing off, Chu Heng couldn't help but smile, patted the former's head lightly, and put the barbecued meat in her hand.

"Senior's guess is good. It is indeed made with some fruit juice and low-grade, but it is some ordinary fruit juice. I don't think the senior will like it..."

As he spoke, he put his hand into his bosom, and with a heartbeat, he took out another bottle from the system space and handed it over.

"Alcohol may be what seniors love."

After taking the bottle that Chu Heng handed over, its appearance was exactly the same as the one in Xiao Longnv's hand.

It's just that the ye. body inside is not the golden yellow it was before, but a crystal red color, like blood but even more coquettish.

Pulling out the mouth of the bottle, with the sound of "Bo", an indescribable aroma of wine came out of the bottle, causing the corner of the man's mouth to open slightly.

In the middle, the saliva slipped from the corner of his mouth uncontrollably, and he couldn't help opening his mouth to chuckle when he saw Qu Wuyi, the little dragon girl.

As if he had recovered from the laughter of the two women, the man quickly wiped his mouth, smiled awkwardly, and took a sip from the wine bottle.

But the action is extra careful, for fear of missing a drop.

This drink, which has never been seen before, enters the mouth, and it becomes like the clear mountain spring in the hot summer, cold and comfortable.

But as the wine entered the abdomen, it suddenly turned into an extremely hot air.

In an instant, it covered the whole body with the abdomen as the center, making the person's face flush instantly.

After a while, he let out a breath, and the strange 2.9 aroma of wine instantly spread around the fire.

"Okay." Feeling the feeling after taking a sip, the man couldn't help but drink lightly, and then drank again in big gulps.

It wasn't until the whole pot was drunk that this person was going to smash his mouth.

Then he looked at Chu Heng and asked, "Boy, do you still have this wine? How about giving me a few more bottles?".

Chu Heng nodded and smiled, "Yes, but there are only two bottles, and the price is high, please forgive me for not giving it to seniors."

The old man raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, he seemed displeased, and said indifferently: "It's just a bottle of wine, it can be worth a lot..."

But before the next words came out, the man suddenly stopped and froze slightly. .

Chapter 380 The Precious Drink, Hong Qigong Who Was Trapped

Just now Hong Qigong drank too anxiously, because he felt that it would be mellow and cool and comfortable first, and then it would be hot like a volcano. ~)

But it was the best wine that Hong Qigong had drunk for so many years.

But at this moment, as the wine gradually melted, Hong Qigong suddenly felt an extremely mellow energy that began to swim continuously in his body.

Moreover, in the process, these wandering energies also partially expanded the meridians in Hong Qigong's body, and the root bones were gradually improved.

You must know that when a warrior is behind, the meridians, meridians and root bones of the body are already fixed, and it is impossible for non-natural materials and earth treasures to affect them.

Not to mention that Hong Qigong is still in the Grandmaster Realm, and his meridians are stable, far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Therefore, I was so shocked after I felt that my 15 meridians had begun to expand slowly.

It was also at this time that Chu Heng seemed to be trying to explain, but instead said:

"In this bottle of wine, I have added the ninth-grade top-grade elixir Wannian Lingrui, the eighth-grade top-grade Bilingual Fruit, and dozens of other high-quality elixir. I don't know what seniors think now. Value continues?"

The wine that Chu Heng brought out just now was different from those sold in the market, but brewed by himself. (—)

The brewing process consumes a lot of money, which is far more than ordinary people think about it, and the process is even more cumbersome.

In addition to the mellow aroma of the wine, the aura contained in the wine can also slowly improve the martial artist's cultivation.

Even tempering the meridians and meridians and improving the root bones of a warrior can be said to be invaluable.

It can be said that the value of this bottle of wine alone is definitely not inferior to that of ordinary ninth-grade upper-level panacea.

Although Hong Qigong was helping the Southern Beggars' Clan, the Beggars' Clan was short of resources, not to mention high-level pills and elixir, even mid-level ones were not many.

Not to mention something as rare as the Wannian Lingrui that Chu Heng was talking about.

Given the current situation of the Beggar Gang, it is impossible to have such a precious ninth-level elixir.

Therefore, thinking that he hadn't been able to withstand the temptation for a while and drank such a precious thing directly, this person's face turned dark, and he wished to slap himself. kuuhuu

Immediately he was depressed and said: "When did you recognize the identity of the old beggar?"