The only pity is that there is no wine.

There was no order but a piece was left behind. Ye Wuque's eyes lit up.

But that’s okay.

The main god's space cannot be transformed for the time being, but once a mark is left, you can transform as much as you want out of thin air.

"No."

"I have to think of another way."

"If no one warned these boys, I'm afraid no one would have thought that they would sacrifice fairy wine, monkey wine or something to me..."

Feitianmao?

Ye Wuque doesn’t like it.

Because as long as someone makes a sacrifice to him, even if it is an ordinary wine, as long as it is advanced through a sacrifice, not only will it be an immortal brew, it will also be an immortal brew.

By then...

Isn’t it wonderful!!?

...

Smiling proudly.

At night.

Yue Buqun has been very annoyed recently.

He was troubled: the soul of his precious daughter Shan'er seemed to be taken away by his little disciple. This was inconsistent with his original arrangement. He originally wanted to give Shan'er to the big disciple he had carefully cultivated.

With the arrival of Linghu Chong, this can prevent the Huashan Sect from being replaced as the leader. After a hundred years, his eldest disciple Linghu Chong will succeed him as the leader, and his precious daughter Shan'er can also do the same.

Like a mother, she became the head wife of the Huashan Sect.

But right now, it seems that his eldest disciple, Linghu Chong, seems to be a little useless.

His second question: It was this new disciple who presented him with the evil-repelling sword manual.

"If you want to practice this skill, you must first go to the palace."

Although the space between my legs is numb.
Chapter completed!