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Chapter 60 Attack of the Poisonous Wolf
"Brother Dao, Brother Dao, do you think that man looks like a violent bear?"

Among the bustling crowd, Hua Tuo pointed to the tiger-headed and swallow-necked man just now, and asked in a low voice to Scar next to him.

There was a bit more panic in his expression.

But I saw Dao Scar and the others, just like other tourists, carrying a lot of snacks in big bags, and even tents and fishing rods.

It's like traveling and enjoying flowers.

But their eyes were always on Sikong.

The real hiding is not to hide in the dark and put your face in the shadow, but to step out in front of others openly, with the light and the dust.

Scar was chewing candied fruit, and the centipede-shaped scar around his eyes was covered with artificial human skin, which made his fierce look less than half.

When Scar heard the words, he glanced aimlessly at the crowd, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the person the chatterbox was talking about.

Suddenly, his heart beat wildly!
But he saw the man with the tiger's head and swallow's neck, blending into the bustling crowd, walking under a cherry blossom tree.

Under the tree, there were two unattractive people, chatting and laughing happily, admiring the moon cherry blossoms, pointing to the cooking and wine making in the distance from time to time.

No different from other tourists.

But falling into Scar's eyes, it's like the King of Hades who is demanding his life, and the messenger who seduces the soul!
At this time, the person under the tree noticed the scar from the corner of his eye, and looked back.

It was the first time Scar saw this face.

But his eyes and the scar will never be forgotten in his life.

There was a weird smile on the corner of this person's mouth, he glanced at Dao Scar and the others lightly, then turned his head, and continued to chat and laugh happily with his companions.

It's him!

Scar made a muffled snort, and took a few steps back with a pale complexion.

Qi and blood rolled, a faint smell of blood came from his throat, and his breathing was a little short.

With just a mere look, he, who has cultivated to two dimensions, suffered serious injuries!

"Brother Dao, could it be..."

Shuo Tou seemed to have thought of something, looked at Scar in horror, his hands were covered with cold sweat.

"What are you panicking about!"

Dao Scar glared at Shuotou, but saw that Shuotou's expression of fear did not change, in order not to attract attention, he took off the hat on his head and used it as a fan to relieve the anxiety in his heart.

"It's really impossible, let's run away!" Shuotou was embarrassed, lowered his head, but didn't dare to look at the people sitting under the cherry tree.

"Escape? He has found us, where are we going to escape! Even if we have millions of clones, we will be caught by him!"

Yin San's cold eyes flickered, but he subconsciously clenched the bag of candied fruit in his hand.

With only one person, these star bandits, who were begging for life on the knife edge and robbing houses and homes, were confused and panicked.

"Mu Xin, inform Sikong..."

Scar suppressed his mind, licked his dry lips, and whispered to Mu Xin.

"Let's just say, the helm of the Poisonous Wolf Star Bandit, the contemporary Poisonous Wolf, is here..."

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"Come on..."

Mao Jiang seemed to have had a premonition of Sikong's arrival. He continued to dig at the Guanyin soil and took out a clay altar from the soil.

The mud altar was rammed with the mud from the sea of ​​cherry leaves that he personally took 10 minutes ago.

But at this moment, in Sikong's eyes, this clay altar is full of vicissitudes.

With the blackened rim of the altar and the greenish-yellow body of the altar, Sikong even saw that at the bottom of the altar, a 'Frost Ginger Vine' grew out of a century-old sprout, a century-old branch, and a century-old mature.

In 10 minutes, hundreds of years have passed through the clay jar where the flower wine is sealed.

For the world of cultivating immortals, the magic weapon and technique that can change the flow of time is a great fortune that only exists in legends and only immortals can possess.

But in the imperial civilization, it was not just the brewing industry, a relatively common craft technology.

Of course, for some reason, the empire has strict control over this aspect, and even set up a special organization to conduct review and supervision.

It can only be applied in some practical industries.

"Come, come, try my wine. I use three kinds of moon cherry blossoms. I brought the wine rice from Jiuquan at home. The taste should not be bad..."

Mao Jiang greeted Sikong warmly, his gray beard added a bit of kindness to him.

'Boom...'

The crisp sound of opening the altar came out, and then, a touch of green rose into the sky, making the sky reflect the green, and actually eclipsed the moon cherry blossoms all over the mountains and fields.

The rich fragrance wafted out and spread throughout the mountain with the breeze. When everyone present smelled it, they became very drunk, their faces were flushed, their minds were still clear, but this body was intoxicated by the fragrance of the wine.

In addition, there is a horse turned into wine gas, galloping out of the wine jar.

Wisps of alcohol floated down from the horse's body, like a cloak, which made the horse a saddle, adding a heroic spirit.

The smell of wine gradually faded away, and it was restrained in the fine wine in the clay jar.

With the last ray of emerald green, the steed re-drilled into the mud altar.

Immediately, the newly opened altar of fine wine returned to normal.

Sikong Ben's wobbly body also stabilized, and he shook his head to eliminate the last trace of drunkenness in his heart.

"Come on, taste it..."

Sikong watched as he handed it to his mouth, without using any utensils, but the fine wine held up by Master Mao Jiang's mind.

The wine is viscous green, not like liquid, but like clear amber.

Among them, there is also the distiller's grains of moon cherry blossoms, inlaid in the emerald green, scattered layer by layer, and the types cannot be distinguished, but it makes the emerald green a bit more gorgeous.

Where is this wine, it is clearly a treasure handed down from generation to generation.

Falling into the martial arts civilization, it is enough to become the inheritance of the ancient dynasty, so that martial arts masters will not hesitate to use martial arts to violate the ban and slaughter the common people.

Sikong swallowed his saliva, a little dumbfounded.

I'm here to spoil the scene, to step on your master's name.

Master Mao, you are too enthusiastic and proactive!

It's hard for me to do it like you!
But this is also good, the more popular and kind you are, the more I slap you in the face, the more people will be angry.

Sikong gritted his teeth and wanted to drink it in one gulp.

"Wait a minute!"

However, all good things took time, a powerful voice interrupted Sikong's movements.

But seeing Lu Hao striding forward, he first smiled and bowed his hands to Mao Jiang, not daring to neglect him in the slightest.

Even though they are both master-level figures, Lu Hao, who is a master of food products, bowed half his head in front of Mao Jiang, a master of brewing.

Not only because of the different industries, but also because of Mao Jiang, faintly the Wind Curtain Starfield, No.1 under the master.

"What kind of person is Master Mao Jiang? You are a child with a dirty mouth, but you are just a junior sommelier. How dare you offend him!"

Lu Hao looked stern, with sarcasm in his eyes, and reprimanded Sikong mercilessly.

It seems to be embarrassing, but it is helping Master Mao Jiang to solve problems, and quietly expressing his favor to Master Mao Jiang.

Sikong sneered in his heart, not knowing what Lu Hao was thinking.

Just as he was about to retort, he heard a voice.

"It's okay, it's okay, young people, they are just at the age of youth. When I was his age, I only knew how to spend my days drinking and drinking, lingering in the flowers, and I was not even a junior winemaker."

Mao Jiang's voice is as thick as a mountain, with inexplicable magnetism, it falls into people's ears and goes straight to the bottom of their hearts.

Lu Hao replied one after another: "Yes, yes, brother Mao's heart to support the younger generation, I know all about it. But this young man is a food taster, but not a wine taster. It's a huge difference, I'm worried that he will talk nonsense and ruin Master Mao's reputation."

"Heh, food tasting is just my side job, wine tasting is my specialty!"

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