“Because they can’t even bring you such fine wine as you, girl!!”

He opened the mud seal, took a swig of wine, and shook his head.

"Good wine. This jar of Sophora japonica wine must have a history of at least three hundred years... Girl, oh, no, little brother... This little brother's move is indeed extraordinary, which shows that I have a good taste!"

"Does the old man know this is Sophora japonica wine?" Ling Luoyu was secretly shocked.

To be honest, if it weren't for nothingness, she wouldn't even know what kind of wine it was.

Because all the wine stored in the Chaos Realm were left behind by the ancestor of Chaos.

And the wine she usually puts in is just ordinary wine.

This time it was because of his unusual experience that Ling Luoyu prepared good wine.

Unexpectedly, he drank it in one gulp!

If you are not an alcoholic, you are someone who is good at drinking!

There was no trace of alcohol on his body, and he didn't look like a regular drinker!

But why did he call Huaihua Niang’s name right off the bat!?

"I not only know this locust flower wine, but also the formula of this wine..." The old Taoist squinted his eyes, savoring the aroma of the wine in his mouth, and shook his head with a look of intoxication on his face: "What a pity... there is a missing sweet grass.

Otherwise, the taste of this wine would be even sweeter..."

"Sweet grass?" Ling Luo Yuxin said that there are a lot of Chaos Netherland, but why didn't the ancestor add it when he was making wine?!

"Sweet grass, despite its name, is actually a kind of flower. Using its nectar to make wine can neutralize the pungent taste of the lees. Therefore, using sweet grass wine will have less pungent taste and less flavor.

It’s even sweeter…”

The old Taoist opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows.

"However, it's normal if it's missing. Herbs like sweet grass have disappeared long ago. I've been looking for them for many years, but I still can't find them..."

He took another sip and let out a long sigh of satisfaction: "Of course, being able to drink three-hundred-year-old Sophora japonica wine in such a remote place is a human enjoyment... Thank you, little brother!"

"You're welcome, old man..."

"Don't be an old man, am I very old?" The old Taoist suddenly stared angrily.

I don’t know if I’m really angry or if I’m fake!

"Old man... is my honorific title for you!"

"No, you, your, you, I am not the kind of person who wants to die... You, your, your, I am not old, I will call you old..."

"What do you call it?"

"Some people call me He Laodao, some people call me Grandpa He, some people call me He Daoye..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

That’s a lot of titles!!

"I like you, baby. You are unassuming, don't cause trouble, don't bully others, and you are a bit naughty...so just call me He Laodao..." He Laodao chuckled, and leaned a little closer mysteriously: "In this world

, there are not many people who can call me He Laodao..."

"Master Dao thinks highly of me, and I, Ling Luoyu, don't..."

"Wait a minute..." He Laodao suddenly raised his hand and looked at Ling Luoyu. He seemed to suddenly wake up from his drunken state: "You... what did you say you... were called just now?"

"Ling Luoyu..." Ling Luoyu was still calm and calm on the surface, but secretly he was quietly on guard.

Judging from the old man's reaction, he seemed to know who she was!

But, I don’t know if it’s an enemy or a friend!

"You...are you Ling Luoyu?"

"Does...Master Dao know about me?"

"Then...is that boy's surname Feng?" He Laodao suddenly pursed his lips in the direction of Feng Chenglin.
Chapter completed!