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Chapter 1217 Implicit beauty

The immortal looked at Yu Sheng in astonishment.

After a long time, he took action.

"Pa", he slapped himself, "The Turtle Breathing Technique has awakened."

He looked around again, "It's at the inn."

Finally, the immortal was sure. He looked at Yu Sheng and said, "It seems that it's not me who is drunk, but your kid who is drunk."

He waved his chopsticks.

"I didn't expect you, the shopkeeper, to know a lot. However, don't make fun of the immortal. Although I have a good temper, I really have something important to do." He took a sip of wine, "I went south to find the son of the God Killer.

As long as the two of us, a perfect match, join forces and become a perfect match again, I believe that it will be easy to save the people of the Central Plains."

Yu Sheng curled his lips, Daqing came to find him, that's what this idiom is used for...

Without revealing his identity for the time being, he asked: "At the beginning, neither your ancestors nor the Godslayer were the opponents of the gods of the Central Plains. Now you and the son of the Godslayer are the opponents of the gods of the Central Plains?"

"You don't understand." Immortal Jiancai said, "The son of the God-Slayer is also the son of King Donghuang. Hey, King Donghuang is the king of all dragons. If he pisses her off, it's not a piece of cake to deal with the gods of the Central Plains.

dish?"

The fighting power of the water tribe cannot be underestimated either.

Let’s not talk about the flood of gods, but let’s talk about the monsters in the water that can come ashore. If they are gathered together, they can compete with the gods of the Central Plains.

However, in the Holy War, King Donghuang did not take action, and he will not take action now.

Most of the gods in the Central Plains are demon gods, and behind them stands the King of the Western Wilderness.

Once the King of the East Barren takes action, it will turn into a war between the King of the East Barren and the King of the West.

However, Yu Sheng did not say this, but said: "But King Donghuang is imprisoned now, and she can't help you."

"Then I will first help the son of King Donghuang to rescue King Donghuang." The immortal said nonchalantly while chewing vegetables.

"But the son of the King of Donghuang is now competing for the position of King of Zhonghuang, and he doesn't care about saving his mother." Yu Sheng added.

The immortal stopped his chopsticks and said with a drunken look, "The son of King Donghuang is not a thing anymore, is he?"

"Your uncle." Yu Sheng said.

"Hmm~" The immortal shook his head.

"According to seniority, he is more than just my uncle." The immortal was so drunk that he didn't know that he was scolding him for the rest of his life.

He clapped his fingers and said: "My ancestor and his father are brothers. In terms of seniority, he is my uncle's uncle's uncle..."

Yu Sheng looked at himself. At this level of his life, he felt a little disrespectful.

"There are too many uncles." The immortal said impatiently, "Anyway, he should be my old uncle."

"Hey, I'm old enough." Yu Sheng complained to himself.

"What did you say?" The immortal looked at him.

"It's nothing. I mean, the son of King Donghuang snatched the position of King Zhonghuang just to save his mother." Yu Sheng said.

The immortal was very pleased and said, "That's not bad, then I will help him become the King of the Wilderness."

"But the giants, especially the Xingtian Warriors, didn't agree." Yu Sheng said.

"Then I will help him kill the Xingtian warrior... Huh?" The immortal came back to his senses and looked up at Yu Sheng, "Why did he turn to you again?"

"I am your uncle." Yu Sheng sat down.

The immortal was puzzled, "What do you mean? How did you become my uncle?"

"The son of King Donghuang wants to kill the Xingtian warrior, and I also want to deal with the Xingtian warrior, so..." Yu Sheng tried to make him understand.

After all, it would be a bit too awkward to report your name yourself.

"Oh." The immortal suddenly realized, "I understand."

Breathe a sigh of relief for the rest of my life.

"You and the son of King Donghuang have the same enemy!" the immortal laughed drunkenly.

"What a mess." Yu Sheng followed suit, "Perhaps, not only do we have the same enemy, but we are also the same in other ways?"

"Is it the same one in other places?" The immortal wondered, thinking with his muddy mind, "Oh, yes, he is also the innkeeper."

"Hiccup", he belched wine and said with a smile: "You are in the same group."

"Hey, I..."

"He is the son of King Donghuang, your old man!"

The old beggar stuck his head in and said angrily, "Look at the two of you, you have been struggling with the same identity for a long time. It really makes me anxious."

He stood up at this time and said, "Hey, the horse is back. Let's not talk about it. My table of dishes is back. You are busy."

For the rest of my life, I wondered, what does this horse have to do with a table of dishes?

The immortal felt as if he had been hit hard at this moment, "What! Are you the son of King Donghuang?!"

He looked at the rest of his life drunkenly, and his drunkenness could not hide the shock in his eyes.

"No, it is rumored that the God Killer is also a handsome and charming person. How come you are here and have changed so, so..."

"What is that?" Yu Sheng looked at him unhappily.

"Handsome is so euphemistic?" The immortal finally found the right words.

"Uh, um..." Yu Sheng's face suddenly turned gloomy, and he said very modestly: "No, no, you've given me the award."

"You are worthy of being the descendant of the Sound Saint who is my partner with the God Killer. You have the discernment to see my subtle beauty at a glance."

Yu Sheng patted him on the shoulder, although he didn't know whether he was patting him on the front or the back.

"Hehe, hehe." The immortal laughed dryly, flopped down on the table, and fell asleep.

"This amount of wine is too small." Yu Sheng shook the wine jar, and before he knew it, the jar was full.

"Should we settle the bill first?" Yu Sheng looked at the immortal and wanted to take money out of his pocket, "Even if you follow me in the future, you still have to settle the bill."

He was about to wake up the immortal when Fu Nan called him from the kitchen, "Shopkeeper, I have brought back the old wine and the goose."

Yu Sheng let the immortal go and went back to the kitchen to put away the geese.

The goose is an old goose carefully selected by the scholar.

As for the old wine, although Yu Sheng already knew how to brew it, I couldn't care about it for a while, so I simply gave it to the rich and hard-to-get old wine from the scholar's family.

According to the recipes included in the system, Yu Sheng cooked the old goose and shared it with his aunt and others.

After systematically perfecting the recipes and accurately grasping them, the big-headed braised goose made by Yu Sheng is even better than that of the scholar.

The goose meat is very fragrant and chewy when paired with wine. The more you drink, the more delicious it becomes.

As for the old goose head, it was even more outstanding. The city lord and others were full of praise after eating it.

After the little white fox ate it, she paid close attention to the four geese that she had raised in the inn since she was a child and had been her right-hand man in raising chickens and ducks.

Her glaring eyes scared the four geese and ran away.

"White-eyed wolf." The little white fox muttered, "I fed you in vain."

"Why do you use white-eyed wolf like this?" The old master heard this and punished her to copy the word "white-eyed wolf" a hundred times.

When the little white fox heard this, he frowned and glanced at Ye Zigao quietly.

"Don't look at me." Ye Zi waved his hand high, "The last time I helped you copy a book, your future father-in-law fined me a full amount of money."

"Then you also made a profit. You took me in..." The little white fox counted with his fingers, "You took me two 500 Wen, and you made a total of 500 Wen."

"Not bad." Ye Zi praised her, "Your arithmetic is better than ten grasses."

While tasting the old goose head, the immortal who was drunk in the lobby was so tempted that he sobered up...


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