Extreme Emperor Soul

() "Nonsense, am I that kind of person? If I'm still angry with him, I won't take the initiative to join his God Killing Army." Old Antique argued.

Uncle An took back the wine jar, took two sips, then threw the wine jar to the driver, and at the same time turned his head and glanced at Old Antique: "Don't think we don't know, you joined the God Killing Army to find a backer for your descendants, you I'm afraid they will be bullied after you die, and they won't be able to keep the wealth you've worked so hard to build over the past 100 years."

"You've seen all of this, not bad, you little Anzi are wise, it looks like I'm going to bribe you." Old Antique stroked his white beard and smiled awkwardly.

Hearing the word "bribe", Uncle An immediately came to his senses: "What are you planning to bribe me with? You must know that I don't like ordinary things."

"Old Man Mi's masterpiece, the King of Wine Soul." Old Antique said proudly, stroking his white beard.

"The king of wine soul is the wine that killed old man Mi?" Uncle An suddenly opened his eyes, with an expression of disbelief on his face, nodded at Old Antique, Uncle An lowered his head: "The soul of wine The king of wine is the best wine, but the wine of dead ghosts, it's better not to drink this thing, it's better to drink wine soul."

"The king of the wine soul only has all the effects of the wine soul, and also has the effect of stabilizing the cultivation base and improving the spiritual power. Even if this wine causes the death of eighteen soul masters, it is not that you, a ninth-level soul master, dare not drink it Ah." Old Antique said slowly.

"I dare not drink? Are you kidding me? There is no wine in this world that I dare not drink. It's just that the wine is the masterpiece of old man Mi. I can't bear to let it disappear like this." Uncle An sighed after finishing speaking. His expression was a little sad.

At this time, the coachman sat up straight, and lightly patted Old Antique's shoulder: "Do you have the King of Wine Soul?"

Old Antique shrugged his shoulders: "How could I have that wine, old man Mi's peerless works were collected by the Mi family as the treasure of the town, and the only ones who drank that wine were the three ninth-level soul masters loyal to the Mi family."

"You don't have you, what a fart, I thought you had that wine? I just wanted to praise you for your ability, but you can even steal it from the king of wine souls." Uncle An cast a contemptuous glance at Old Antique.

"Don't interrupt, I haven't finished my sentence yet? Although I don't have one, I know where the wine is hidden. With the skills of the three of us, it is not difficult to steal the wine."

"Fart, stealing a wine soul will make the three of us look like stray dogs. If you steal the wine soul king, maybe something will go wrong. When the time comes, death will be a small thing, and shame will be a big thing. You old boy, give me less A crooked idea and the rise of America 1620."

"If you don't want to interrupt, then don't interrupt. If you interrupt again, you will lose your share." Old Antique glared at Uncle An, then looked at the coachman and said, "Not only do I know where the King of Wine Soul is hiding, I also have a place where wine is hidden. Established institutions and personnel arrangements."

"Fuck, really, where did you get this?" When Uncle An heard his interest, he couldn't help interrupting Old Antique. After the driver gave him a look, Uncle An shrugged and closed his eyes He closed his mouth and stopped talking.

"I know a strong soul master who guards Mi's house. When he was drinking, he said it unintentionally. The old man Mi was indeed told by the agency. The mechanism he arranged is invincible. He doesn't know the internal settings. Want to Stealing the King of Wine Soul will basically pay a heavy price."

"Are you sure the news is reliable?" the coachman asked with a serious face.

"One hundred percent, that guy is my life-and-death friend. I recommended him to enter Mi's house." Old Antique said with a smile on his face.

"Prepare, prepare, and steal the wine soul king later." The coachman said the words of stealing the wine without even thinking about it, and from the tone of his speech, he seemed a little impatient, when he saw that Uncle An and Old Antique didn't react , the coachman frowned slightly, and then asked in Old Antique's ear, "How many jars are there in total for the King of Wine Soul?"

"There are three altars left." Old Antique blurted out, and after he finished speaking, he came back to his senses, and then looked at the coachman with a puzzled expression: "Go and steal it now?"

The coachman nodded: "The time is right now, you two are ready to go to Mi's house to steal wine later."

"Did all the three altars be stolen?" Uncle An asked subconsciously.

"Two altars are fine." The coachman said with a serious face.

"For the three of us, two altars are not enough, and there are exactly three altars, so why only steal two." Old Antique asked with a hint of puzzlement.

"That's right, why only steal two altars."

"One jar for the three of us to drink, and another jar for Su Qingchen to drink after leaving the customs. As for why we keep another jar, it is because it is to save face for old man 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 last long at all, leaving the king of wine souls to keep the Mi family for decades."

"That's right, we've been stealing a lot of good wine from old man Mi for so many years, and the king of wine spirits in this jar is our payment for the wine. If something happens to Mi's family in the future, we will help if we can, and give some to old man Mi Face." Uncle An said.

After Uncle An finished speaking, he looked at the coachman with a strange expression on his face, then at Uncle An, and then he stroked his beard: "Can you two stop being so shameless, it sounds like you are with Old man Mi is very familiar. He gave old man Mi face and kept the Mi family for him for decades. I really don’t know how you said that. Don’t be ashamed. If you don’t steal wine, the Mi family can at least Standing in the Amethyst Continent for a hundred years."

"Compared to you, we are nothing compared to the big witch. If we are shameless, you will have no face. I don't know who proposed the king of wine soul? I don't know who said that they know the king of wine soul. Where is it hidden? I don't even know who said that the King of Wine Soul will bribe me." Uncle An looked at Old Antique with a look of contempt, and his tone of voice seemed very disdainful.

"Okay, you two are about the same size and the other is about the same." The coachman interrupted their conversation.

"You are not much better, you are purely a drunkard." Old Antique and Uncle An said in unison. After finishing speaking, the two looked at each other in a tacit understanding. Said: "Who told you to learn how to speak from me."

"You two, stop fighting. I stole the wine for Qingchen. If I said I only stole one jug, do you think Qingchen still has a share?" The coachman interrupted the confrontation between the two again.

"So that's the case, I just said it? A king of spirits of wine can actually attract you, it seems that we have won the favor of that kid Qingchen." Uncle An said with a grin.