He drank the moon, the robe was slightly moved, recalled the past, and after drinking with a smile, he finished drinking the wine in the cup.

Then mention the jug and Qi Wu in the cup.

The moonlight fell down and fell on the two.

The mountain god laughed and walked away, got up, the sleeve drooping, lifting the gun in one hand, holding the jug in one hand, just back to Qi Wuwu, waved his hand, walked out of the cliff, and did not use the mana.

Until the middle of the day, the clothes are strong and drinking the neck, the jug is not small, and it is drunk.

He is no longer a mountain god today.

Throwing this wine pot at hand, for a long time, suddenly laughed:

"Hundreds of red dust three -foot soil, you can see Qingshan now!"

Qingshan is me.

Qingshan is not me.

"Hahahaha, leave!"

"No confusion, one day, if you hear the northwest sky, there is a tiger roar in Vientiane Qiongyu, and the sound shock is four wild."

"That's me!"

"Practice in this life."

"Be a great saint!"

Step out of one step, the cloud and qi run through the four wild!
Chapter completed!