A cup of Million Nether Crystals.

This wine is not something that ordinary people can afford, but those present are really not ordinary people.

Whether it is the Lord Yinglong Prison, the Great Sage of the Yellow Spring, or Pluto Erha, they are all very human in hell.

Their status is noble and no one dares to mess with them.

As their identities, there are naturally many Nether Crystals. Although there are more than one million Nether Crystals, they can still take them out.

In Mingxu, Mingjing is not only trading currency, but also one of the cultivation resources. The higher the strength, the more cultivation resources are naturally stored.

The dark energy contained in the dark crystal helps practice.

But it is precisely because of this that Mingjing has become a trading currency.

In Ruins, Hell, Underworld, and Underworld Crystal are all common currencies.

But one million is already a lot.

Many small families may be like this if they lose their money.

He took the purse that the Lord of Prison Yinglong threw on the table. There was a universe inside the purse, and there were dark crystals piled up like a bunch of hills.

One million Nether Crystals, no more or less.

Bu Fang looked at the Lord Yinglong Prison in surprise.

This old guy really has the courage. He will give money if he says he wants to pay, and it doesn’t hurt at all.

It seems to be a wealthy person.

Bu Fang pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, and looked at the Lord Yinglong Prison with a meaningful look.

"Pour the bar quickly, a million cup. I have never drunk such expensive wine in my life. It is of great value. I have to taste it..."

The Lord of Yinglong Prison, leaning on the Eye of Void, his dry skin kept twitching.

Seeing Bu Fang put away his wallet, the Lord of Prison Yinglong felt bleeding in his heart.

Although he is the prison master,... that's all his hard-earned money.

Bu Fang didn't say anything, his eyes suddenly became solid.

Flip your hand.

A small blue and white porcelain wine glass appeared in his hands.

This wine glass looks like a smaller version of a goblet, about the size of two big thumbs, with a small cup with blue and white colors on its surface.

Bu Fang pinched his thumb and index finger together, pinching his blue and white cup, and his spiritual thoughts surged out.

The other hand stretched out his index finger and gently lifted it into the wine jar under the entanglement of divine thoughts.

Suddenly, a trace of colorful wine slowly spread out from it, like a winding little snake.

The little snake winds and circles, and soon drills into the blue and white porcelain cup.

Crazy.

The crisp sound of wine entering the cup is like big beads falling on a jade plate, green and crispy.

The seven-colored wine was pulled by Bu Fang and was still spinning in the cup.

The fragrant wine is extremely mellow and lingers in people's hearts.

After pouring out the wine, Budian re-covered the cover of the green jade jar.

He just pinched the blue and white porcelain cup and handed it to the Master Yinglong Prison...

Everyone present was a little confused.

Bu Fang's mouth also twitched.

Sure enough... With the systematic urinary nature, this wine glass is indeed a bit small...

But Bu Fang is very confident in wine.

The Lord of Prison Yinglong took the wine glass handed over by Bu Fang, and looked at the wine in the wine glass, and his face twitched more and more violently.

He felt that he was really confused and would throw out a million Mingjing without hesitation and buy a glass of wine that was as big as a booze.

This is not enough for him to plug his teeth...

How can I enjoy this wine?

Isn’t drinking just for the sake of enjoyment?

After drinking this little wine, my heart felt like I had a toothpick.

If it weren't for being reluctant to leave these millions of dark crystals.

The Lord of Yinglong now wanted to throw this glass of wine that was so big that he was on his side, and then he was on his side, and then he was so stolen...

Prodigal businessman!

A big profiteer!

Surprise?

An unexpected?

Pluto Erha grinned at the pig-skinned face of the Lord Yinglong Prison, and felt a little relieved in his heart.

Seeing Ying Long like this, he remembered the feeling when he first found Bu Fang to ask for spicy strips.

He was so simple and cute at that time.

For the sake of spicy strips, he even sold his body... even gave up his handsome face.

Now, the old man Yinglong also felt this feeling.

The Great Sage of Huangquan was on the side, and his eyes were almost gone. He was so happy.

Holding the green jade wine jar as big as a fist in his arms, he kept rubbing it.

Your hobby of holding grass may change in the future.

Turned into a wine jar...

I originally thought that his big wine jar might only hold about ten cups, but after seeing the green jade wine glass, Huangquan Dasheng felt that Bu Fang was too righteous.

I am worthy of this saint giving him all his beloved grass.

"Try it, I paid all the money, it would be a pity if I didn't taste it."

Bu Fang looked at Yinglong's painful look and said seriously.

This sentence was like an invisible arrow, and with a squeak, it penetrated Yinglong's heart.

Yinglong snorted, and the Eye of Void Scepter smashed to the ground.

A thud.

Then, his eyes were fixed on Bu Fang.

He grabbed the blue and white porcelain cup and poured it into his mouth.

Even if you have only a big booster, you have to drink the heroic spirit of a big wine bowl!

Drinking...what you drink is a heroic spirit.

A squeak.

The Lord of Yinglong Prison pursed his lips, pinched the cup with his thumb and index finger, raised his orchid fingers, and poured all the wine in the cup into his mouth.

boom!!!!

The moment when the wine enters the mouth.

The turbid eyes of the Lord Yinglong Prison suddenly widened, his eyes full of disbelief.

A glass of wine is in the mouth.

It seems that what you drink is not a small glass of wine.

But... a whole Yellow Spring River!!

Have a kind...

The water of the underworld... the feeling from the sky!

Into his throat, the majestic dark energy instantly poured into his limbs and bones, making his face turn red in an instant...

The wine is mellow, as if a sea of ​​water enveloped his body, making him wander in it.

Yinglong felt as if he was back when he was a little bitch, and he flapped his wings and chased the little female dragon next door to the house running around the mountains and fields.

That was his lost youth...

Ah! Long-lost youth!

Plop.

The Lord of Prison Yinglong narrowed his eyes, stretched his neck, and raised his lips, revealing an intoxication.
To be continued...