Bug Master In Doomsday

The group was obviously different from the practitioners of the Northern Dao Sect. They scolded Zhang Fang's table and threw down the baggage and saber. Four or five people each moved a small stool and put them on the coal stove to cook.

Coincidentally, Xu is the other two coal stoves placed in the corner of the lobby. These four or five cultivators are all leaning on the side of the strong man, and they are baking a stove together.

The red coals gradually warmed the limbs of a few people who had become cold due to the heavy snow, and they also began to talk to each other.

The conversations of these four or five cultivators did not shy away from the brawny guys who were roasting together. They spoke the native dialect of their hometown. The southern dialects became completely unrecognizable across a hundred miles. What's more, here is the far north? If anyone could hear it, then I would really meet fellow villagers.

"Guest! Your wine is here!" The shopkeeper dressed in thick cotton carried a jar of hot wine, holding a porcelain bowl, and placed it on the side of the stove warmly and intimately.

Many people in the Northland like to drink and roast by the stove. From the point of view of Xiaoer, this brawny man, who is nearly two meters tall, is naturally so heroic.

The wine stopper made of red silk was removed, and the rich and warm aroma of wine suddenly rose, and there was heavy snow outside. At this time, if you can drink a bowl of warm spirits by the stove, that taste... . Don't mention it!

The brawny man poured a bowl of hot wine on his own, and the rich aroma of the wine was poured out, even more overflowing.

‘Guru! "'Guru~' The surrounding cultivators all swallowed uncontrollably, and one of them yelled at Xiaoer, "Xiaoer, also give me a jar of this good wine!"

"Sorry, guest officer, this wine is called Green Ant. There is only one bottle left in the shop. If you want to drink it, there is a slightly inferior red silk..."

"You look down on people, don't you? I look like someone who can't afford good wine?" The consciously shameless cultivator stood up abruptly and pointed at the apologetic young man with a displeased expression and kept bowing to admit his mistakes. two.

"Junior Brother! Is it embarrassing to be yelling here?!"

The headed young man frowned and scolded his younger brother. The anger in his words made the younger brother shrink his neck and sat down quietly.

"If you don't dislike it, you guys will have a bar with me, but I have to trouble a few of them to get some porcelain bowls by themselves!" The sturdy face and restrained spirit smiled boldly at the crowd.

"The Dao Sect brothers in the North are really heroic, but our little family is angry!" The headed young man stood up politely and gave a slight gesture at the strong man.

The brawny man waved his hand indifferently, "It is also fate to meet in a tavern on a snowy day. Don't say these sayings, just drink together!"

"Hahaha, my eldest brother has true temperament!" The young man smiled and arched his hands. He felt a little more fond of the man in his heart. Several cultivators around the stove all smiled and arched their hands to thank you.

But half a quarter of an hour, the two people who didn't know each other before, as the spirits entered their throats, the wine and the food were eaten down, the jokes came from the sky, and the laughter kept ringing from the wine table.

"Come here! Let's pay a drink to Brother Zhang Nan, kill more than a dozen of the officials, and kill three heads in a row. Brother Zhang Nan is really a hero!"

"I can't talk about it, I can't talk about it!" Zhang Nan, who was a little drunk, waved his hand humbly, and said to himself: "Where can I be called a hero, now it's just a sick tiger running away in embarrassment!"