The old man picked up the glass filled with fine wine in front of him, took a deep sip of the fragrant wine, brought it to his mouth and took a sip.

As soon as he came into contact with it, the old man immediately felt a strong aroma of wine. This aroma of wine was different from other good wines in the Demon Realm. This aroma of wine was more rich and mellow.

The old man smelled the aroma and impatiently took a sip. As the sip of wine went down, the old man suddenly felt a surge of heat in his body, and his whole body felt refreshed.

Feeling this feeling of relief, the old man couldn't help but close his eyes and groaned. Then he opened his eyes, and a ray of light suddenly burst out from his eyes, and he praised: "Good, good wine!"

The middle-aged demons and other demons were all surprised when they saw the usually calm old man acting so rude. Looking at the wine glasses in front of them, some demons couldn't wait to pick them up.

The wine glass was drunk.

“Good wine!”

“It’s so cool!”

“Really good wine!”

Those demons who couldn't wait to drink all looked intoxicated, and their praises were indifferent, while those who hadn't drank yet were itching to watch.

At this time, the middle-aged demon had such a mentality. Seeing everyone's reaction, the middle-aged demon poured the wine in the glass into his mouth. As soon as the glass of wine entered the middle-aged demon's mouth, a sudden wave of

The pungency filled his mouth, and this sudden stimulation almost made the middle-aged demon spit out the wine in his mouth.

At the same time, a strong doubt arose in my heart. Is this the wine that made everyone intoxicated and amazed?

Resisting the urge to spit it out, the middle-aged demon swallowed it with difficulty. As soon as he swallowed it, the middle-aged demon suddenly felt a strong flow of heat flowing in his body. With this,

A stream of heat circulated in his body, as if every pore around his body was stretched, a feeling of relief arose spontaneously, and the original spicy taste in his mouth became sweeter.

Good wine, really good wine. Feeling this wine, the middle-aged demon said with emotion. At this time, he felt that those people's words were indeed true.

When he reached out again to grab the wine jug in front of him, he immediately grabbed it empty. Only then did he realize that the wine jug in front of him was long gone. Looking at the demons again, they were all gone.

They were all flushed from drinking, and the strong aroma of wine filled the entire private room.

"Little boy, little boy!" The middle-aged devil looked at the wine bottles that had been empty for a long time. He couldn't laugh or cry at the moment, but he couldn't blame him, so he just shouted towards the door.

"Squeak!"

The door was opened from the outside, and the same boy from before walked in with a smile on his face. Smelling the smell of alcohol in the room, the boy's eyes showed pride, and he looked at them all with red faces.

The way it looks is not surprising.

"Young man, you are going to get some of this good wine. Take three pots, uh... if you don't want to bring five pots, go ahead!" The middle-aged man looked at the young man and ordered him.

The young man listened to the middle-aged devil's words and immediately said with a smile: "Okay, wait a moment, the god is drunk for five pots."

After saying that, the boy ran down quickly to prepare the wine.

Seeing the boy walking out of the room, the middle-aged demon licked his lips with unsatisfied taste, recalling the taste of the wine just now. Is the god drunk? He really lives up to his name.

The old man looked at the middle-aged devil's unfinished expression and couldn't help but shook his head. Sure enough, he had not yet perfected his kung fu, and his energy-raising skills alone were far behind.

However, the old man did not say this clearly. After all, he was in front of so many people. Although he was a master and apprentice, he had to save some face for others.

Wanting to give him a heads up, the old man immediately asked him: "What do you think of this Netherworld Palace?"

After listening to the old man's words, the middle-aged devil's expression suddenly became solemn. He thought for a moment and then said slowly: "Don't underestimate him!"

"Oh?" The old man looked at the slightly serious face of the middle-aged devil, and after hearing his evaluation, he suddenly showed a hint of relief and asked with a smile: "Tell me about it!"

"Yes, Master!" The middle-aged demon listened to the old man's words and immediately said to the old man: "Master, let alone this huge Netherworld City, just some of the things in this city are everywhere in the entire Demon Realm.

No, although our Fiery Flame Demon Sect also has a city, it is not even a little bit inferior to this Netherworld City. This shows that the master of this mysterious Netherworld Palace is not a simple figure."

"Well, very good. I am very happy that you can have these thoughts, but there is one more thing that you didn't say out loud!" The old man stroked his beard happily and listened to the middle-aged devil's words with great satisfaction.

After all, this disciple of mine has always been known for his bravery, and he is the kind of person with well-developed limbs and a simple mind.

But now that he could think of so many things, the old man was very happy and sighed that he had indeed not brought him out in vain at this time. He had made great progress along the way.

"Master, what on earth is this!" The middle-aged demon suddenly became confused after hearing the old man's words and asked impatiently.

The old man smiled slightly at the middle-aged demon and said: "You just said that the people in Nether Palace should not be underestimated, but you did not say that the demons here should not be underestimated. Look, the faces of the demons in this city are all different.

Everyone looked satisfied, and when they mentioned the master of the Netherworld Palace, their faces were full of admiration. Although these demons basically have no fighting power, the combined power of tens of millions cannot be underestimated."

After saying this, the old man looked at the middle-aged devil with deep meaning and said: "He who wins the hearts of the people will win the world."

The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard the words. After he realized the meaning of the old man's words, the middle-aged devil's body suddenly shook. He took a deep look at the old man, and then stood up respectfully and faced the old man respectfully.

He saluted and said, "Thank you, Teacher, for your teaching."

"Yes!" After listening to the middle-aged devil's words, the old man nodded with satisfaction, feeling a little warm in his heart. It is said that the leader of the Flame Demon Sect also has many low-ranking sons, six in total, who are more qualified than the middle-aged devil.

There are quite a few, and there are many smarter than him, but why did the old man single-handedly choose this middle-aged demon to assist him? It is because of his nature. Compared with other brothers and sisters, this middle-aged demon has the most personality.

It's gentle.

Just when the middle-aged demon was about to say something else, the door was suddenly opened. Looking at the group of people walking in, the middle-aged demon had to swallow his words temporarily.

The waiter looked at the middle-aged demon who was hesitant to speak. He pretended not to notice, clapped his hands to the beautiful demons behind him and said, "Place them all for the guests!"

After saying that, under the gaze of the middle-aged demons and others, all the beautiful demons smiled at them, moved lightly, came to their table, and gently placed the plates in their hands.

On the table.

In the blink of an eye, the originally empty table was already full. When the last pot of "Fairy Drunk" was placed on the table, the pair of maids walked out of the room one after another. The waiter smiled at them and said: "Dear guests,

Officer, I’m going down first, please take your time.”

After saying that, the boy turned around and walked towards the door, closing the door with his backhand. The moment he closed the door, a light flashed in the boy's eyes, and he slowly took out a piece of paper from his arms.

Crane slowly said what he knew. After finishing speaking, the boy threw the paper crane into the sky.

As the paper crane was thrown into the sky, it suddenly seemed to be alive. It flapped its wings and immediately headed towards the Shengmo Mountain.

The old man and others in the private room didn't know yet that their whereabouts had been reported to Sheng Mo Mountain by this boy. At this time, they looked at the table full of dishes and couldn't wait to eat.

After a long while, the old man wiped his mouth with satisfaction, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and joked to everyone with a smile: "If the sect master hadn't allowed me to leave, I would really be living in this Netherworld City.

A rich man."

Everyone smiled when they heard what the old man said, it was just a joke. Of course they knew my position and importance within the Fiery Flame Demon Sect.

After the old man finished speaking, he saw that the middle-aged demon had also finished eating, and he immediately said gently to the middle-aged demon: "What did you want to say just now? Say it now!"

"Yes." The middle-aged demon heard the old man's words and knew that his hesitant look would definitely not escape the old man's eyes. He said honestly: "Disciple, I would like to ask the teacher for advice. What is the method for our trip to the Netherworld Palace this time?

What’s your attitude?”

"What do you think?" The old man listened to the middle-aged devil's words and did not give him an answer. He just asked rhetorically. Obviously, he still did not forget to test his disciple at this time.

The middle-aged devil listened to the old man's rhetorical question without any trace of dissatisfaction on his face. He just thought for a moment and said, "Master, should we try to win over him?"

After listening to the middle-aged devil's words, the old man suddenly smiled. This smile was not approval, but non-committal. He just listened to him say: "Win over? People may not like you!"

"Uh! This..." Listening to the old man's words, the middle-aged demon was quite speechless, but his master was right. He was only the third son of the leader of the Flame Demon Sect, although the Flame Demon Sect was the largest sect in the Demon Realm.

sect, but precisely because it is the largest sect

After tens of thousands of years of development, the forces within the sect became complex. Although he was the third son of the sect leader, he had two elder brothers above him and three younger brothers below him.

There is no way to show it inside the door.

Thinking of the reason, the middle-aged demon couldn't help but feel a trace of frustration on his face. He looked at the old man and asked respectfully: "Master, please teach me!"

The old man glanced at the middle-aged demon and said slowly to him: "Be calm and do whatever you want. It's not time to win over them yet. Let's wait until the Ten Thousand Demons Conference is over."
Chapter completed!