Youth's Cultivation

Chapter 1126

When Wang Xiaohu disappeared in Jiulong holy lake, peony was secretly hurt for a long time. Although she was willing to believe that Wang Xiaohu was alive, she had not heard from him for more than ten years, which naturally made her think.

When I heard the news that Wang Xiaohu appeared in the endless West Sea, peony was naturally surprised, so I hurried here, but who expected to see this scene in the end.

"Where do I know what's going on with this bastard? If you care about yourself, you'll know. The boy's heart can be spent. What's good! " Su bandit looked unhappy. He didn't know what his disciple was thinking.

But the peony, in the end, still had a dim eye and didn't catch up, because there was a beautiful girl who followed Wang Xiaohu

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"Young master, someone has come to see you..." Pearl said. At the moment, Wang Xiaohu sat in a hall with dozens of wine jars lying around him. People said to drown his sorrows with wine, but Wang Xiaohu also wanted to get drunk. Unfortunately, none of these spiritual wines in his storage bag could make him drunk.

At the moment, Wang Xiaohu is sitting on the ground, his hair is dishevelled, and his clothes are stained with a lot of wine stains.

"No, I'm not a big girl. What's good? Fuck off, fuck off!"

Wang Xiaohu didn't even bother to use his mind to find out who was coming. He shouted angrily.

"Little rabbit, the sky has turned..." the voice of Su bandits came, but there were many people behind it.

Peony, white clothes, plain clothes, sword one, Mengtian, Murong nine and Murong purple clothes. If these familiar friends came at other times, Wang Xiaohu could not say that he had swept the bed to greet each other, but at the moment, he still couldn't raise any interest. He looked lazily, grabbed the jar of wine around him and poured it into his mouth

However, it seems that the Lord is going to have a hard time with him. There are no drops left in the wine jar

But Wang Xiaohu never had a drop of wine in his storage ring

"Su bandits, take a pot of wine..." Wang Xiaohu called it in front of Su bandits. It's really rare.

"Get out!" The Su bandit scolded. If he hadn't looked at the guy like he was loveless at the moment, he would have torn it up.

"Don't look at me, I'm not good at this!" Montaigne held out his hand, and the sword next to him didn't need to ask at all. It's strange if this guy is interested in good wine!

"I have a pot here, but the quality is not very good. Don't dislike it!" Murong Ziyi took out a pot of spirit wine and threw it to Wang Xiaohu.

As a result, after Wang Xiaohu poured his mouth

"Bah, you're also called spirit wine. I say you Murong people have too bad taste!" Although Wang Xiaohu doesn't drink often, he still drinks two cups occasionally. His spirit wine is prepared by himself. For an alchemist, it's too easy to configure spirit wine, and the most important thing is that the year of the spirit medicine should be enough.

Murong Ziyi was speechless and held the spirit wine worth thousands of gold. I said the quality was not very good. It was just modest. You took it seriously.

"I have..."

"I have..."

The next moment, Murong Jiu and Shaoyao almost took out a jar of wine at the same time, but after seeing each other's action, they seemed to feel a little embarrassed and wanted to take it back