Qing Shui found a seat next to the window and sat down, so that he could see the scene on the street outside from the window, which was a pleasant thing.
Soon the woman from before came up with four dishes, two meat and two vegetarian! There are also a few wine glasses.
Qing Shui took out a jar of daughter's red wine from the Purple Jade Fairyland. It could be regarded as a truly fine wine. It was well packaged and was the most common mainland wine.
When a family in mainland China gives birth to a daughter, they will put some daughter's wine in the cellar or somewhere else, and drink it when the daughter gets married. The wine that has been produced for decades is still quite good.
Some people saw Qing Shui taking out his daughter's red wine, and several people had doubts in their eyes. After all, in Sihai Tower, just taking out a jar of wine was much better than the decades-old daughter's wine.
Qing Shui didn't feel anything, but slowly opened it, and suddenly a strong aroma of wine wafted out, and soon the whole room was filled with an intoxicating aroma of wine.
"Wow, it smells so good. Immortal wine is nothing more than that. I'm not dazzled. The daughter's red can be so fragrant." Someone exclaimed.
"It's Nv'er Hong, but it's a fine wine that's at least a thousand years old, and it must be placed in a place with sufficient spiritual energy." An old man said, looking at Nv'er Hong in Qing Shui's hand.
"More than a thousand years? Who has such a large amount of money to save his daughter for a thousand years?"
Qing Shui poured a glass and took a sip. He was very satisfied. The daughter's red wine that had been stored for so long was indeed extraordinary. No wonder it was said that the worst wine would become the best wine if it had been stored for a thousand years.
"Brother, I wonder if you can sell us some of your wine?" came an abrupt voice like a broken gong.
Originally, Qing Shui was looking outside, and he noticed the people in the hall. At most, he was a peak Martial Emperor, and there was no one that Qing Shui paid attention to.
Looking back, he saw that it was a young man who was relatively young, but unfortunately a young man with a somewhat lacking appearance. When he heard that broken gong-like voice, Qing Shui was very puzzled.
The young man had a pockmarked face and a pair of fierce triangular eyes, which shone with an obvious fierce light. A big nose took up a large part of his face, and his lips were thick as if they had been swollen.
Qing Shui glanced at it when he came out earlier, and his memory was still very strong. He remembered that this person was sitting at the same table with three people. He couldn't help but look at the previous table and found that there were two young people looking at it.
I have to say that birds of a feather flock together. Qing Shui took one look and felt, how could there be such ugly people, and there were three of them at once. Just be ugly if you say they are ugly. Why do you have to look like you deserve to be beaten? expression, because at this moment the two ugly young men were looking fiercely at Qing Shui.
Qing Shui smiled, those who can be on the top floor of the Sihai Tower are not ordinary people, because only those who are at the Martial Emperor Peak or above can enter the Sihai Tower for free, and those at the Martial Emperor level will also cost half the price. Innate warriors are 30% of it is waived.
Qing Shui felt the strength of the three of them. Only the person in front of him was at the peak of the Martial Emperor, and the remaining two were only at the ninth level and the eighth level of the Martial Emperor.
However, the three of them were wearing the same clothes as the three young men from the Wan Du Sect that they met last time. Qing Shui felt that these three people looked like people from the Wan Du Sect. "Five hundred thousand taels of silver for a cup!" Qing Shui poured the wine in the cup. After drinking it, he raised his head and said.
The young man opposite is still smiling, but the smile is very cold. People who practice poison generally cannot be measured by conventional strength, because they rely heavily on poison, so a good poison master can leapfrog challenges. This is why many warriors The reason for not wanting to provoke the poison master.
"Are you kidding me?" The ugly young man opposite raised his triangular eyes slightly, and a faint fragrance wafted out.
Qing Shui glanced at the young man opposite and saw what was floating around his wrist.
Qing Shui vaguely felt a fainting sensation, and even felt numbness in his limbs. The poison was more powerful than the poisonous scorpions in the Purple Jade Wonderland.
Haoran is upright!
The yin and yang diagram sped up!
The ancient divine power that operates automatically quickly forces the poisonous gas out of the body.
With a wave of his hand, a silver needle pierced the young man's heart. The young man's eyes were wide open, his triangular eyes opened blankly, and then he slowly fell down.
The silver needle shot by Qing Shui earlier was equipped with Chaos Fire. When it penetrated the opponent's heart, it melted directly and destroyed his heart instantly. "Senior Brother..."
The other two who didn't know why ran over and touched the nose and chest of the ugly young man who fell on the ground. They found that his heart was burning, but they could conclude that he was dead.
Qing Shui felt that there was no need to show mercy to such people. The poison before was definitely extraordinary, and the other party had no intention of letting him survive, so why should he be merciful to them.
The most terrifying thing about a poison master is poison. Once the poison loses its effect, it will only be slaughtered. However, what makes Qing Shui speechless is that the other party suddenly kills him. Is this the so-called killing like hemp and treating human life like a piece of grass or something? It's no brainer, but it's probably more because of the reputation of Wan Du Sect. Anyone who mentions Wan Du Sect here has to give face.
No matter what, the hatred between Wandu and Wandu has been settled today, but Qingshui is not afraid. There is no need to swallow his anger over such things. Besides, his body is strong enough, and he has even refined the Jade Clear Pill. How could Wandu Sect want to touch him? so easy.
"You killed my senior brother. Do you know who we are?"
The young man on the left who was as thin as a bamboo pole had a huge head, and his face looked particularly awkward with his thin body. At this time, his eyes were looking at Qing Shui like fire.
"If you dare to kill people from our Wandu Sect, you are doomed." On the other side, a big fat man like a bucket had a small head, yellow hair, a skinny face, and protruding eyes. At this time, he looked at Qing Shui shouted loudly.
"You're noisy!" Qing Shui threw the cup in his hand!
Snapped!
Damn it!
All the teeth in the fat man's mouth were knocked out, and his small face instantly became swollen.
"Fuck your mother, I'm going to kill you!" The thin man on the other side waved his hands and cursed. With a wave of his hands, a piece of pink powder scattered.
Qing Shui narrowed his eyes, locking the thin man with dagger-like eyes. The murderous intent in his eyes was overwhelming. With a wave of his hands, two chaotic fireballs shot out and sank into the opponent's chest and abdomen.
Ah, the upgraded Chaos Fire is no longer what it used to be. It burned the three of them cleanly in just a few breaths, leaving not even a trace behind, but a faint burning smell in the air.
Qing Shui was in a daze, feeling nothing. He slowly sat back on the chair, poured a glass of wine and drank slowly. There were not many people around him, as if nothing happened.
Qing Shui found that it was so easy to kill someone now. The people who had been killed before were vulnerable to him and their lives were fragile. Now he might not know that one day he would be crushed to death deliberately and casually like them.
All that can be done now is to live hard and become stronger. There are many perverted babies who defy the will of heaven. If you can't survive, you will be too useless.