() "Nonsense, am I that kind of person? If I were still angry with him, I would not take the initiative to join his God-killing Army." Old Antique defended.
Uncle An took back the wine jar, drank two gulps, and then threw the wine jar to the coachman. At the same time, he turned and glanced at Old Antique: "Don't think we don't know. You joined the God-killing Legion just to find a backer for your descendants. You
I'm afraid they will be bullied after you pass away, and they won't be able to protect the wealth you have worked so hard to build over a hundred years."
"You have seen this, yes, yes, you little Anzi have become wiser. It seems that I am going to bribe you." Old Antique touched his white beard and smiled awkwardly.
When he heard the word bribe, Uncle An immediately became alert: "What are you going to bribe me with? You must know that I don't look down on ordinary things."
"Old Man Mi's unique work, The King of Wine Souls." Old Antique touched his white beard and said with some pride.
"The king of wine spirits, is that wine that killed old man Mi?" Uncle An opened his eyes suddenly, with an expression of extreme disbelief on his face. After Old Antique nodded, Uncle An lowered his head: "Jiuhun
The king of wine can be regarded as the best wine, but the wine of dead ghosts, it is better not to drink this thing, it is better to drink it to drink the soul."
"The King of Wine Soul not only possesses all the effects of Wine Soul, but also has the effects of stabilizing cultivation and improving spiritual power. Even if this wine causes the death of eighteen soul masters, you, a ninth-level soul master, will not dare to drink it.
Ah." Old Antique said slowly.
"I don't dare to drink it? Are you kidding? There is no wine in the world that I don't dare to drink. It's just that the wine is Old Man Mi's masterpiece, and I can't bear to let it disappear like this." Uncle An sighed after finishing speaking.
The expression is a little sad.
At this time, the coachman sat up straight and gently patted Old Antique on the shoulder: "Do you have the King of Liquor Souls?"
Old Antique shrugged his shoulders: "How could I have that wine? Old Man Mi's peerless work was collected by the Mi family as a treasure of the town. The only people who drank that wine were the three ninth-level soul masters who were loyal to the Mi family."
"What nonsense are you talking about? I thought you had that wine? I just wanted to praise you for your ability, but you can even steal the King of Wine Spirits." Uncle An glanced at the old antique with contempt.
"Don't interrupt. I haven't finished speaking yet. Although I haven't, I know where the wine is hidden. With the skills of the three of us, it's not difficult to steal the wine."
"Fart, stealing a drunken soul will make the three of us look like lost dogs. If we steal the drunken soul king, something may go wrong. Death will be a small thing, and embarrassment will be big. You old boy, don't do it to me.
Wrong idea to rise America 1620."
"Don't interrupt if I ask you not to interrupt. If you interrupt again, I won't do it for you." Old Antique glared at Uncle An, then looked at the coachman and said: "Not only do I know where the King of Wine Spirits is hiding, I also have a place to hide the wine.
The organization and personnel arrangement have been improved.”
"Oh, really, where did you get this?" Uncle An was interested and couldn't help but interrupt Old Antique. After the coachman glared at him, Uncle An shrugged and closed his eyes.
He opened his mouth and stopped talking.
"I know a powerful Soul Master who protects the Mi family. One time when he was drinking, he accidentally said that Old Man Mi was indeed told by the agency that the agency he arranged was unbeatable. If he didn't know the internal settings, he wanted to
If you steal the Wine Soul King, you will basically have to pay a heavy price."
"Are you sure this news is reliable?" the coachman asked seriously.
"One hundred percent, that guy is a close friend of mine. I recommended him to enter the Mi family." Old Antique said with a smile on his face.
"Get ready, we will steal the King of Wine Spirits out later." The coachman said the words about stealing the wine without even thinking about it, and the tone of his words seemed to be a little impatient. When he saw that Uncle An and Lao Gugu didn't react,
, the coachman frowned slightly, and then asked in Old Antique's ear: "How many altars are there in total for the King of Wine Souls?"
"There are three jars left." Old Antique blurted out. After he finished speaking, he came back to his senses and then looked at the coachman with a puzzled look on his face: "Are you going to steal it now?"
The coachman nodded: "Now is the right time. You two are ready to go to Mi's house to steal wine later."
"Have all three altars been stolen?" Uncle An asked subconsciously.
"Just two altars," the coachman said seriously.
"There are three of us, two altars are not enough, and there are exactly three altars. Why did we only steal two altars?" Old Antique asked with a trace of confusion.
"That's right, why did you only steal two jars?"
"There is one jar for the three of us to drink, and there is another jar for Su Qingchen to drink after he comes out of seclusion. As for why we keep one jar, it is because we want to save face for Mr. Mi. If all three jars are stolen, then the Mi family will be finished.
Just relying on his few unsatisfactory descendants, the Mi family can't sustain it for long, leaving a jar of drunken kings to protect the Mi family for decades."
"That's right, we have secretly drank a lot of good wine from Old Man Mi over the years. This jar of wine soul king should be regarded as our payment for the wine. If something happens to the Mi family in the future, we will help as much as we can and give some to that guy, Old Man Mi."
Face." Uncle An said.
After Uncle An finished speaking, he looked at the coachman with a strange expression, then at Uncle An, and then he touched his beard: "Can you two stop being so shameless? It sounds like you are following
It seems that Old Man Mi is very familiar. He gave Old Man Mi face and protected the Mi family for decades. I really don’t know how you said this. I’m not ashamed. If you don’t steal wine, the Mi family can at least do it.
Standing in the Amethyst Continent for hundreds of years."
"Compared to you, we are nothing compared to you. If we are shameless, you have no shame. I don't know who proposed the King of Drinking Souls? I don't know who said that he knows the King of Drinking Souls.
Where is it hidden? I don’t know who said that he wanted to bribe the King of Spirits to me." Uncle An looked at the old antique with contempt, and his tone of voice was very disdainful.
"Okay, you two weigh half a catty and eight taels each, so they're almost the same." The coachman interrupted the conversation between the two.
"You're not much better, you're just an alcoholic." Old Antique and Uncle An said in unison. After finishing speaking, the two of them looked at each other with a tacit understanding, and then they both followed it with their middle fingers and said in unison.
Said: "Who asked you to learn how to speak like me?"
"You two, stop making trouble. I stole the wine for Qingchen. If I said I only stole one jar, do you think Qingchen would still have a share?" The coachman interrupted the confrontation between the two again.
"So that's it, I'm just saying? A king of wine souls can actually attract you. It seems that we have taken advantage of that kid Qingchen." Uncle An said with a grin.