Chapter 17: The natural divine wood, the ingot elixir (2)

Wu Luo gave the elixir to the little guy and let it eat slowly, then put it into the list of the Gods, and he left the Mu Box Palace, which was definitely more than going to the canteen.

Wu Luo was already mentally prepared, and this time he was afraid he would be slaughtered. Now he has Bai Qing's assets as a foundation, and his waist can be much straightened. He decided to bleed and ask everyone to have a hard meal.

Qiao Hu and Ma Hong had been waiting for him in the cafeteria. When they saw him coming, everyone coaxed him together: "Master, just serve good wine and good dishes. Don't be too extravagant. Just put seven or eight half-headed dragon-spotted abalone for us, and get dozens of kilograms of deep-sea emperor's seal to roast them. The liver and gallbladder of the electric tooth magic horned tiger is used to cook three or four sets of fire-tailed spirit bird's tongue... "

Wu Luo smiled bitterly. Don’t be too extravagant? Then what is luxury?

Everyone surrounded Wu Luo and took their seats. Qiao Hu also got up boldly and slapped the table: "Master, Lingquan Xianjiu came to a jar! I was drunk today..." Immediately there was a voice of contempt around me: "Are you drunk as much as you drink at a jar?"

Qiao Hu shrank his neck: "You don't know what I drink..."

Ma Hong simply made the decision: "Let's go to ten jars first." He pointed at Qiao Hu: "Just give this guy a bowl of rice wine, it's definitely enough to knock him down."

Everyone laughed loudly, Qiao Hu laughed twice with a red face, looking at the ten jars of Lingquan Fairy Wine that were brought up by fish in a row, impulsively wanted to be "generous", but in the end, he rationally decided to admit defeat and lowered his head to drink his own rice wine.

The cafeteria was full of energy, and the coarse porcelain wine bowls were touching each other again and again. The sweet wine was splashed, and I don’t know how many wine bowls were broken.

After drinking, people were drunk, and a group of people leaned against each other, laughing and teasing each other. Wu Luo had just lost all his essence and blood, and was weak, so he got drunk without much drinking.

Looking at the world with a drunken eyes, those sincere smiles moved Wu Luo. He sat on the table and laughed at him without knowing the so-called "he" laughed.

A tall figure came in outside, and Wu Luo was stunned, but it was Tuoba Taotian.

Tuoba Taotian still looked like that, with the exaggerated armor on his left arm, the heavy meteorite iron sword, and the scary blood-light chains, he would never leave his body.

He walked to the front of the table, picked up a jar of wine, competed with Wu Luo, then raised his neck and drank it clean in one breath.

Wu Luo's eyes were a little wet. Tuoba Taotian threw the wine jar and smiled brightly at him. The wine wet his beard and chest collar. Tuoba Taotian didn't care. He patted the armor on his left shoulder and shouted: "Have fun!"

Then he walked away, his footsteps sounded like thunder and left.

Wu Luo couldn't help but close his eyes, tears were already spinning in his eyes.

This weak and drunken night was like a flying sword, which accurately stabbed the softest part in Wu Luo's heart.

Where are the brothers who fought side by side in their previous life now? I’m afraid that they have been away from Qiaotou several times?

The emperor is on the way to throne. This blood is not only the enemy, but also his comrades and brothers.

Wu Luo also had several good friends who were loyal to each other back then. When he rose in the Southern Wilderness, these people were with him, living and dying with him, drinking and singing with him, and killing enemies with him!

On the road to becoming an emperor, Wu Luo didn't even have time to look back. So, before he knew it, the brothers fell one by one. Until that day, the jade monument in Yongzhen's southern desert was proudly erected outside the Huangyun City. Wu Luo suddenly found that the only one who was with him was Song Jianmei.

Then, there was decades of loneliness in the Emperor. Wu Luo could no longer find friends who could make friends with each other and brothers who could entrust their lives.

Everyone only respects and obeys him. The position that the Emperor of Nanhuang is above and beyond can be reached is also cut off from the friendship that nourishes the heart.

The brothers sacrificed their lives for themselves, but Song Jianmei betrayed him. When Wu Luo thought of this, his heart ached faintly.

In this life, true love comes back to my eyes again, how can I not cherish it?

Wu Luo suddenly jumped up, grabbed a jar of fine wine and raised it high, and shouted: "Drink!"

Late at night, a figure flashed outside the gate of Ruolu Prison, Mu Yizhuo, dressed in black, appeared with his face covering. He glanced around and soon a figure flew out from behind a big tree, landed in front of Mu Yizhuo, and bowed his fists and said, "Sir."

"Have you found the thing?" Mu Yizhuo asked coldly.

The man flipped his left hand and added a pair of jade balls. He put his hands on it: "Finished."

Mu Yizhuo put away the pair of jade balls, nodded, and asked again: "Have you made up for the last loss?"

The man was immediately embarrassed: "Only twelve were added." Mu Yizhuo frowned: "Why are you so slow?"

The man was also a little aggrieved: "Sir, you don't know how our manpower was cultivated. The resources you gave are very limited, and it's already very difficult to replenish twelve." He looked at Mu Yizhuo again, hesitated and said: "Sir, this pair of Yuan Condensing Pills were exchanged for sixty of our Pit Cast Pills. These sixty Pit Cast Pills were only released to improve the cultivation of our thirty warriors. How to make up for this deficit? I feel that the above seems to have doubted recently..."

Mu Yizhuo raised his hand fiercely: "Don't worry, I know what it is. Don't forget, here is Ruolu Prison, as long as I am still the deputy warden, I don't want anything."

The man was a little confused: "What do you mean?"

"Hmph!" Mu Yizhuo sneered gloomyly: "Is there always prisoners dead? There are more deaths these days, and no one will doubt it."

Wu Luo was promoted to a prison guard, which was originally distributed to Bai Qing, but now that Bai Qing is dead, Wu Luo follows Qiao Hu.

Qiao Hu didn't restrain him. He had many prisoners anyway, and if Lu Prison had nothing to do, he would just be on duty and patrol.

Wu Luo has plenty of time to practice.

No one of Qiao Hu's subordinates opposed this decision. After all, it is everyone's hope to establish a good relationship with Wu Luo. If you get the lottery in the future, you will be more sympathetic and begging Wu Luo to continue for him.

Wu Luo has been very depressed recently. He has become addicted to the Talisman Spirit Pill and actually needs one pill every day. No matter what pill it is, it is like a snack.

Not only that, at 2:00 a.m. every day, Wuluo must also raise his own essence and blood. The quantity cannot be small, and he must at least have a wine bowl each time.

Wu Luo is very strange. How can it eat so much with its small body? Eating a pill every day is many times more than its size, and it also needs to drink so much essence.

But the little guy has this ability. Not only did he eat it, but he didn't get fat after eating it. He was still the size of the first time he hatched in a few days.

Wu Luo had not replenished his essence and blood, and now he still had to take care of the little things with two wine bowls every day, which seriously affected Wu Luo's cultivation progress. After five days, Wu Luo opened the fifth orifice.

Now, he has opened his eyes, nose, and mouth. Whether it is vision, smell or taste, he is ten times more sensitive than ordinary people, and only his ears have not been opened.

When Wu Luo opened the fifth orifice, Mu Yibinglang, in Mu Yibinglang's room, with a gloomy face, stood by the window, looking at the light rising from the sky outside, and felt a lot of hatred in his heart.

With a sound of the door, Mu Yizhuo came in. Of course, he understood his son's thoughts and asked with concern: "Bing'er, how do you feel today?"

Mu Yibinglang glanced at the light again and then turned around and squeezed out a smile: "It's much better, it's just..."

Mu Yizhuo obviously understood what happened: "Bing'er, you're into a devil. If you didn't have the Ningyuan Pill, your cultivation might have been ruined. But even with the Ningyuan Pill, it would be inevitable that your realm will be regressed."

Mu Yibinglang sighed regretfully: "Yes, dad, I only have the early stage of Hezhen now."

The deputy warden comforted him and said, "Don't worry, this is the extraordinary effect of the Ningyuan Dan, and it will definitely recover all the secret injuries you have gone astray. You have practiced to the peak of Hezhen, and this time you practice again, you will definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort and will soon reach your previous level."

Mu Yibinglang was silent. Mu Yizhuo guessed his thoughts and smiled and said, "Dad has also prepared a Yuan Ning Pill for you. As long as you can reach the peak of Hezhen, the Yuan Ning Pill here can easily help you break through to the realm of the Nine Palaces."

Mu Yibinglang was very moved. He knew the preciousness of Ningyuan Dan, but his father found him two at a time. The price he paid was high, so Mu Yibinglang could naturally guess.

"Dad!" His eyes turned red, and he held his father's arm with both hands. Mu Yizhuo comforted him and patted him gently: "You are my son, what else can you be polite?"

He comforted Mu Yibinglang a few more words, then turned around and went out.

As soon as he left the door, Mu Yizhuo's kindness swept away, and his vicious look was undoubtedly revealed: "Have everything been arranged?"

Rongtian flashed out of the shadow: "Don't worry, I guarantee that there will be no trace."

Mu Yizhuo sneered: "Very good."

Ye Qingguo rushed into the cafeteria with a gust of demonic wind. She had forgotten the time of her cultivation today. She woke up until her stomach was rumbling. She looked outside and it was noon, and it was obviously lunch time. Ye Qingguo hurriedly went straight to the cafeteria.

"Hey, there are three servings of clam vermicelli stew!" Ye Qingguo was overjoyed. This was her favorite dish. She immediately picked up a large spoon and scooped it over without any politeness.
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