Immortal Mortal

In the universe of the gods, Yu Yu is also a prestigious guy. He took the initiative to invite Mo Wuji, but he did not expect to touch such a nail, which made his face difficult to look at immediately.

The best way to save his face is to teach him a moment. However, with Mo Wuji just easily killing the fierceness of the flow, give him a few more courage, he did not dare to do nothing.

"Oh, huh, huh..." Gu Yuqiang swallowed his inner anger and unhappiness, laughed a few times and retired.

"Ji Shijie, let's find a place to rest, wait until your injury recovers. Then you have a friend, you said there is a place to drink, then let's go have a drink together?" Mo Wuji naturally will not manage the wealth of Gu Yu accurate.

"Well, please contact me with the two friends." Even I felt that Mo Wuji was unusual. He suspected that Mo Wuji was not a quasi-sacred strong.

If Mo Wuji is a quasi-holy, there is nothing to kill the flow. After all, the combat power of the flow bend is not too strong, this person can be arrogant in the universe of the gods, mainly because of the dog's luck, and entered the quasi-saint. If Mo Mowu is not in a position to be quasi-holy, but a monk who is a god, it is not easy to kill the curvy. This kind of person must be a strong person in the future. He would have appreciated the unscrupulousness. He is now unwilling to refuse.

After Mo Wuji’s three people left, the place where Mo Wuji was ruined suddenly became a sensation.

A few monks rushed to the battle center, robbing the shovel that was unscrupulous and not taken away.

The place of the universe **** city is always fighting, and now there is a strong person like Mo Wuji, I can imagine that it will be more unstable in the future.

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Although the universe of the gods has been bombarded by a lot of unscrupulous and flowing, most places are still intact.

Even the place where there is a good wine is a perfect place. Here, in the cosmic city, it is actually at the corner of the universe.

Before Wu Moji thought it was a restaurant. When he followed him, he discovered that it was not a restaurant but a black house.

Standing at the outside of the room and looking at it, it seems to be somewhat depressed. When the three entered the house, the feeling of depression immediately disappeared, replaced by a refreshing pleasure.

Mo Wuzhi’s heart is secret, here is a strong aura.

The house doesn't look too big, only 20 square meters, a small stone ladder extends to the second floor.

This house does not know what material was built. Standing inside is not practicing, it can also feel refreshing. This is definitely not caused by the rich aura of the gods.

On the wall of the house, a few low-level magic weapons were hung up in a mess. In addition, there is a refining furnace at the corner. In the middle of the room, there is a square table with a chair on each side of the square table.

What to look at, this is also a refining room, or a place to sell low-level magic weapons, not a place to drink.

"Tongge, come to a pot of good wine." Even one has called, did not say the name of the wine.

"Come on..." A long, long voice came from behind the house. After a few minutes, a back door suddenly appeared behind the house, and a young man squatting in from behind the door.

The old man holds a dark jug in his hand and looks at it from a distance, as if a turtle is crawling.

The old man’s body is dim and the atmosphere is a bit confusing. It seems to be an ordinary monk who is about to reach life.

Even if he didn't care to walk down to the square table and sat down, he yelled at Mo Wuji. "Mo Daoyou, please sit down, the wine here is really good."

The unscrupulous look is a convulsion, and this guy who has been called Tongge is definitely not an ordinary character. Because Mo Wuji felt the same sage in him as Huanzhen...

Sage atmosphere? Mo Wuzhi was more and more jealous. He certainly did not read his mistake. This Tongge is a saint, at least once a saint.

Strongly suppressing the shock of the heart, Mo Wuji nodded and went to another chair to sit down, this said, "I don't know where there is a place for my sister to take a break?"

"Yes, cough... Of course..." Tongge coughed a few times, and then pointed to the stone ladder. "From here, the second floor is very clean, although you go to rest."

Mo Wuji did not feel any danger on the second floor. He said to Ji Liu, "Ji Shijie, you go up and restore Dantian, we will wait for you here."

"Yeah." Ji Li knew that it was not a long time now, she immediately climbed the stone ladder and went straight to the second floor.

In this place, the strength recovered earlier, and it was a great help to her and Mo Wuji.

Mo Wuji’s thoughts have been followed by Ji Li into the second floor, and when he sits down and begins to heal, he only retracts his mind.

This Tong Ge is not a saint, he is not afraid. The Huansheng saint is still being held by him in the mortal world. If this brother does not know each other, he does not mind to close one more in his mortal world.

Ji Li went to the second floor and began to heal the wound. Tong Ge went to the table where Mo Wuji and his own family put the black pot in his hand. Put down two black wine glasses.

I couldn’t wait to pick up the black pot, put a wine glass in front of Mo Wuji, poured two glasses of wine, and then lifted the glass and said, "Haha, I haven’t come here for a few days, and the wine is very hot. Ah, come..."

When I talked, I even lifted the glass in my hand, and it was a big drink.

Mo Wuji also raised the glass. He and his company are different, directly drink this glass of wine.

Originally, I had no choice but to say that the good wine that I had said in my mouth was definitely a kind of wine with a mixed rhythm. Now that the wine is at the entrance, he knows that he is wrong.

This is a real wine, without any regular rhythm, but the material of the wine does not know what it is. The wine is mellow, and when it comes to the stomach, it seems that there is a mad dragon raging. The strong and powerful wine rushed out and formed a potential in the body. Let Mo Wuji doubt that even if it is solved by the method of work, it will not be solved in a moment.

"Good wine..." Mo Wuji just said two words, and suddenly stopped. He actually felt a poisonous rhyme in this wine.

Only his chemical venom quickly swept over and wrapped the poisonous scorpion into the poisoning network.

Even if he didn't feel it, he laughed at Mo, and he said, "Mo Daoyou, this wine can't be a bite, so the wine is up, and you drink two cups and get drunk. No matter what method you use to resolve, you can't dissolve it. ""

After saying this, even the old man said to the old man, "Tong Ge, your wine is getting more and more powerful."

"What kind of wine is this?" Mo Wuji smiled and looked at Tongge and asked.

"The wine is called the end of the world." The old man raised his head and licked the black-painted teeth and said nothing to Mo Wuji.

I immediately said, "Tong Ge, I have come to you to drink at least ten times. You never told me what wine is. How do you say the name of the wine?"

Tongge smiled. "That's because you don't need to know what the wine is calling. Mo Daoyou needs to know."

Mo Wuji took the initiative to pick up the jug and poured a glass of wine and said, "The wine is good, the name of the wine is good. There is a saying in my hometown that the heartbroken person is in the horizon. It seems that drinking this wine Most of them will become broken chickens."

The old man slammed his head and looked up and looked at him with a glimpse of it.

"How?" Although even though it is a lot of things, it is not an idiot. If he was unscrupulous, he naturally heard it, and immediately asked him.

After Mo Wuji finished drinking the wine in his hand, he took the black jug and took a few mouthfuls to drink all the wine in the jug. Then he threw the jug on the floor and said, "Nothing, It’s just that something has been added to the wine.”

Even with doubts, "What? I didn't drink it?"

"If you can drink it too~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Tongge, I am here for thousands of years. It is also white. Hehe..." The old man sighed and didn’t answer Mo Wuji and his own words. Turn around and leave slowly.

Even the company apparently knew that this wine was not quite right, and immediately shouted, "Stand up, are you poisoning in the wine?"

"How about it? You can't even drink the poison, I can't help you, what can I do?" Tongge slowly turned his head and looked at Mo Wuji and his own casually. "I can drink my broken chicken." The end of the world is your creation. Do you think that there is a chance to drink my wine?"

Unscrupulously, he discovered that this sentence was what he said not long ago. In other words, when he was doing the runaway, the Tongge should be there, but he was not aware of it.

At this moment, there is no doubt that 100% is sure that this Tongge is a saint. None of these saints is a good guy.

"Who are you?" Mo Wuji did not stand up, but stared at Tongge's face calmly asked.

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