Cultivation 100000 Years
Chapter 17
He slapped the waiter delivering the food next to him and scolded angrily.
"Hurry up, don't get this fairy's eyes dirty, I'll replace all the dishes today with turtles."
Regarding the matters downstairs, Xu Yang's push-cup dialect inside the box was unclear.
I just felt the food being served suddenly change from a gentle waitress to a turtle father, which was rather unusual.
"Brother, I just made you laugh. The ghost knows what happened in the Drunk Dream Tower today, and can't do business yet."
Speaking of this in a dialect, his appearance was even more attractive than buying a good magic weapon.
"I'm telling you that in the past, when I came here, those who served me were all pretty twenty-eight-year-old servants, all soft and gentle.
This Drunk Dream Tower is also good at business, so it's nice to know me.
So every time I came to drink in Zuimenglou, the pretty waiters came to serve me a dish.I never thought it was the turtle father today. "
The dialect was unclear about what was happening below, but Xu Yang was quite clear about this, and his strong spirit allowed him to control the movements of everyone in Zui Meng Lou.
Xu Yang wanted to criticize Ling Qingshu's actions.
My ancestors went out to have drinks with other people, what did he do?
Not allowing the girl to accompany him, even the pretty waiter serving food was replaced by a turtle.
Drinking like this is still called drinking?
If you come to the brothel to drink flower wine, if it is really only for two glasses of wine, it is better to find taverns in the streets and alleys.
When Ling Qingshu did this, he really did not worry about his ancestors, there was a chance that he could still lose his life in this Drunk Dream Tower.
Xu Yang did not know what to say to him, the head disciple who did not know how many generations.
But unlike the irritable dialect, Xu Yang placed the Yun Beast child on the wine table.
After pouring a glass of wine for this little thing, he listened to the dialect to brag about his noble deeds.
For example, at the age of six, I saw a clan sister bathing, at the age of 8 went to a brothel, and at the age of 10 she slept with a familiar servant.
What else is in the treasure book of the brothel, what kind of girl is the best.
Speaking of this, this young master was extremely proficient.
If Ling Qingshu knew, this young man said this while drinking with his ancestor.
Ling Qingshu did not care whether he was the young master of a large family, or he was the number one father.
He would simply whip out his sword, smash the dialect with a single sword, and then cut it into hundreds or thousands of segments to feed the dog.
With the rise of dialects speaking, I no longer have to worry about why Gui Gong serves dishes.
Xu Yang and the Yun Beast's son each had a glass of wine, Xu Yang took a sip, and the Yun Beast's son stuck out his pink tongue to lick.
For Xu Yang, who had lived for 100,000 years, this type of wine had no effect.
In 100,000 years, Xu Yang had no idea how much Xianjia wine he drank, and it was not even clear how many people had invited Xu Yang to drink.
But this time, Xu Yang was very careful.
Ten thousand years have passed since the last time I drank.
Before the retreat, the Tianlan Sect Master of that generation had once asked Xu Yang to drink a cup of immortal drink.
And I also hope that Xu Yang gets an earlier sunrise and a great resurrection.
I never expected 10,000 years after I left customs.
His own cultivation level was still at the Qi Refining Realm, and the Sect Master of that generation did not know whether it was flying or sitting.
Listening to the words in the dialect in his ears, Xu Yang seemed to have returned to the days ten thousand years ago, at that moment, he also had a group of friends who could drink together.
"This good guy feels mediocre. I'll steal my father's collection if I get the chance. Let's try."
Xu Yang glanced at the serious dialect, the two looked at each other, and then both laughed.
The cloud beast boy seemed to feel the atmosphere between the two people and kicked the wine glass placed in front of him.
Then the cloud beast boy exhaled clouds and mist with a shocked look at the dialect.
"Brother, what is your little monster? It looks so funny."
Seeing the mysterious appearance of Yun Beast, the dialect turned out to be a funny comment.
If you tell him that the Yun Beast, which he thinks is fun, will have the power of the Nascent Soul Realm when he grows up later, he said, I was worried that he could instantly kneel on the ground while standing in his dialect.
Xu Yang did not intend to talk about the magic of the Yun Beast, but only spoke in a dialect.
"I just took it from the side of the road, I don't know what monster it is."
Although the Yun Beast was still a child, it was already psychic.When Xu Yang said that, he directly stretched out his little claws to leave a mark on Xu Yang's body.
Xu Yang noticed the movements of the Yun Beast earlier, smiled slightly, and flicking his finger, the Yun Beast's body flew out from the table.
"Well, how can he fly?"
The dialect was already drunk a lot at the moment, and he did not care about the next scene.
The Yun Beast's body made a bow in the air, and it almost fell to the ground.
Yun Beast suddenly turned his head and spouted clouds of mist.Yun Beast made use of these clouds and mist and jumped in front of Xu Yang again.
The Yun Beast, who had already received the lesson, naturally did not dare to extend its claws anymore, and its small body rubbed against the back of Xu Yang's hand.
The human expression in his eyes seemed to express his grievance.
Xu Yang did not care about the appearance of the Yun Beast, but gave him another glass of wine.
The dialect did not care about how the Yun Beast came back. After throwing a chicken leg in front of the Yun Beast, he boasted with Xu Yang again.
When Xu Yang and the dialect finished drinking, the sky was already dark, and there were not many guests in the entire Zui Meng Lou at the moment.
"Brother, just look and let me say it. Menglou's Drunk Business will end sooner or later."
The drunken dialect was supported by Xu Yang, and after seeing the current sight of Zuimenglou, he shouted loudly.
The old Bustard waiting beside him almost cried, and Zuimenglou's business today was worse than ever.
It's not that the child that came with you, the fairy is here, I don't know how many guests are feared.
The old bustard was suffering now, but he could not speak.
The foundation construction elders who were well supported by his own drunken dream tower could not even stop Ling Qingshu's golden core breathing.
From this, you can think of Ling Qingshu's strength, the fairy said that she couldn't let the waitress serve food, but, so everyone serving food in the Drunk Dream Tower today was replaced by turtles.
The elf also said that the girls should not go upstairs, so the old bustard obediently sent all the girls back to his room.
"Old bustard, why don't you have a girl in the Drunk Dream Tower today? Sir, I still want to fight?"
He spoke vaguely in a dialect, if not for Xu Yang's support, he would definitely be lying on the ground right now.
When Ling Qingshu heard this, he glared at the dialect viciously, wanting to kill this person.
Xu Yang did not have much in mind After handing over the drunken dialect to the Fang family guards, he walked out of the Drunk Dream Tower with Ling Qingshu.
The two disappeared on the street at night and left Qizhou City.