Deng Baichuan wanted to taste it, but Abi had secretly taken out a small bottle of medicinal wine from his sleeve.

"Hehe, I know that the young master is out and must want to drink. I discussed with Sister Azhu to bring some."

"Abi has become smart."

Deng Baichuan drank all the Drunken Fairy Wine in the wine glass and poured himself a glass of medicinal wine.

He took a sip and felt a strange fragrance all over his body enter his body, and shouted: "It's so good."

Abi stood up and poured a cup for Murong Fu, and said proudly: "How about it, is it better than the Drunken Immortal Brew here?"

"Well, it's really delicious." Deng Baichuan looked at Zuixianjiu and shook it: "This wine does not taste the same as before."

The few people didn't speak with their backs, and their voices reached the boss's ears.

The boss immediately looked unhappy and wanted to find a few people to argue.

"Forget it, my husband, it's better to have less trouble than more. They are obviously not ordinary people." The boss's wife grabbed the boss' arm, afraid that he would cause some trouble.

"No, Zuixian Brew is the signature of our Zuixian Tower. Even the gods drank our wine back then, they would praise us."

"I think they are here to make trouble and deliberately slander our wine." The boss said unconvincedly.

"you…"

The boss’s wife still wants to watch it, but she didn’t know that the boss is also a stubborn donkey. The more you stop him, the more you become more and more vigorous.

He really ran to Murong Fu, and was extremely unwilling to accept it.

"Hey, what do I say about you?"

Deng Baichuan was drinking happily when he suddenly saw a person holding a donkey's face appear, and he felt uncomfortable even if he didn't mention it.

"You...you said my wine is not good?" The boss instantly reduced his temper when he saw Deng Baichuan's fierceness.

"Your wine? I'm drinking my own wine. When did you drink your wine?" Deng Baichuan asked loudly.

The boss pointed to the Zuixian wine on the table and said, "It's my wine."

"You said Drunken Immortal Brew? When did I say he was wrong?" Deng Baichuan said in confusion.

Murong Fu shook his head and smiled and patted Deng Baichuan: "Are you the boss?"

"Well, that's right, I'm the owner of this store. You dare not admit it if you dare!" The boss mustered up the courage and said.

Murong Fu smiled and explained, "Haha, I think you misunderstood. We didn't say that your wine was not good."

"But we like to drink strong wine, and your wine is almost like that."

"This..." The boss was speechless, but he was a little dissatisfied:

"Hmph, you don't know how to drink it. I remember that our ancestors even treated the gods."

"God?" Deng Baichuan shook his head: "Where are any gods in this world? You guys just want to increase their fame by using the name of gods."

The boss was so angry that he turned his eyes:

"The god from that time also left a painting for my house, which was placed in the immortal guest room on the third floor."

"If you don't believe it, you can go and have a look with me."

"Oh, interesting, let's go and have a look?" Murong Fu smiled.

Deng Baichuan shook his head: "Young Master is just talking nonsense, how could there be a god?"

Murong Fu naturally understood that there would be no gods in this world.

However, since the boss and his family can remember for several generations.

It means that that person must be extraordinary.

"Haha, it's okay to go and have a look."

"Let's go!" the boss said, and took Murong Fu to the third floor to look at the paintings.

Wang Yuyan, Abi and Azhu were also curious and followed.

Deng Baichuan felt bored and stayed to continue drinking.

"Hehe, while the young master has not come back to compete with me for wine, I will drink a few more glasses."

At this time, a sloppy man came from somewhere.

He was not polite, and sat directly beside Deng Baichuan and said, "My friend, this wine is so fragrant. I wonder if I can give it to me?"

Deng Baichuan looked up at the sloppy man, and was about to scold him and let him leave.

But he saw a banner behind him with three big words "Customer" written on it. He suddenly woke up halfway:

"Are you Lai Wenjun?"

"Haha, it's me, it's me." Lai Wenjun was very calm, as if he had known that Deng Baichuan was here to find him.

"Do you know who I am?" Deng Baichuan asked back, a little surprised.

Lai Wenjun shook his head and drank a sip of wine on his own:

"I don't know who it is, but I calculated that someone will come to kill me today."

"Someone is here to kill you?" Deng Baichuan was silent. Someone didn't kill you and came to drink. How big is this?

"Haha, that's right, I'll die today. Please ask me to drink a few more drinks, and it's not too late to do it." Lai Wenjun said calmly.

Deng Baichuan was a little confused and felt that Lai Wenjun was not in a good mind: "When did I say I wanted to kill you?"

Lai Wenjun was stunned and said, "Aren't you the killer sent by Qinglong to kill me?"

"Qinglong Club?" Deng Baichuan's head buzzed and he woke up halfway.

No one in the world knows that the Qinglong Gang is powerful.

This is an extremely mysterious organization.

Especially their big dragon leader Gongziyu, who can be regarded as a god-like existence.

Lai Wenjun calculated his fingers and shook his head: "Friend, I'm sorry, I've been here three times ago. I'm afraid you're going to die with me."

Deng Baichuan was speechless. I just drank a glass of wine. Whoever you provokes, you let me die with you. I couldn't help but wonder: "You are really Lai Buyi."

Zuixian Tower, third floor.

Murong Fu followed the boss and walked into the immortal guest room he mentioned.

As he said, there is a landscape painting of an extremely old age.

"Look, this painting of my family has been passed down for seven generations and is not corrupt yet. How powerful is it!" the boss said proudly.

Murong Fu looked at Wang Yuyan, who walked to the painting, looked at it for a while, and confirmed: "Cousin, this painting is really more than a hundred years old."

"Hmph, what's more than a hundred years? According to the records of my ancestors, it's at least five hundred years." The boss said proudly.

Murong Fu nodded and approached the painting.

I didn't expect this painting to be preserved perfectly.

Except for leaving some traces of time on it, there are no scars or water stains.

"I didn't expect that you saved so well?"

The boss said: "It's not that we have preserved it well, but that this statement seems to be protected by gods."

"No one can touch us except our family."

"Oh? What's the mystery?" Murong Fu asked intrigued.

"Tell me this way, a big fire broke out in my Zuixian Tower back then."

"The three-story building burned to the ground and was filled with ashes."

"As a result, this fairy tale in our house is nothing. Do you think it's magical?" the boss said with a proud look on his face.

Azhu and Abi looked surprised and said, "Young Master, it's really amazing to hear him say this."

Murong Fu looked at the two little girls, stared at the boss and smiled:

"Boss, you asked us to come up, not just to tell us stories, right?"
Chapter completed!