Chapter 146: Filthy Essence
Wang Zijia was led by a servant to the front of the hall, and stopped near the main platform.
Many people saw the two of them, dressed like Wanyu Sect’s retro disciples, and their eyes flickered when they were not completely immersed in the role. Those who had already entered the state of forgetfulness looked envious and respectful.
As the two sat down, the waiter immediately brought a pot of wine, but did not serve any fruits or vegetables, just a pot of wine.
The rich spiritual energy was exuded, and the aroma of wine filled the entire hall. It seemed that the wine on everyone’s table was a rare treasure.
Those who had self-awareness almost did not move, but those who were forgetful were all drinking, as if it was a peerless wine.
Wang Zijia sat cross-legged on the seat, hesitated for a moment, and under Liu Chengyu’s surprised eyes, he poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip gently.
Many sober people around him who were paying attention to him frowned together, and then ignored him.
When the spiritual wine entered his mouth, Wang Zijia’s eyes were a little dazed.
Weight: The extremely filthy essence of evil
Status: Polluted
Value: 10
Effect: Enjoy the bliss of the world in filth. This essence has the ultimate excitement and hallucination effect. It is the best magic spell spiritual material. When it curses people in the illusion, it has an effect beyond imagination.
Introduction: I am not surprised that you can drink this thing. After all, the evil seed is the one that has been planted and sprouted. But young man, we should avoid eating this kind of thing. It is very dirty.
Although it is condensed from the breath, not shot out, it can complete reproduction, isn’t it the same thing? Asexual reproduction is also reproduction, right!
Looking at the effect of the weight, Wang Zijia’s face was happy, but looking at the introduction, if he was not a conscious body at this moment, he would have vomited a mouthful of wine.
Decisively exchanged the weight for value, and then exited the chaotic sea of consciousness.
The moment he came back to his senses, Wang Zijia immediately felt the rich and pure wine aroma in his mouth.
But perhaps it was a psychological effect, he didn't feel any enjoyment at all, and even felt that the wine was too sweet and fishy, and he wanted to rinse his mouth.
After taking a deep breath, Wang Zijia finally gritted his teeth, took the wine pot, and drank it up.
"Gulp, gulp..."
After a burst of drinking, those who were paying attention to him completely regarded him as a member of the Forgetful Group.
At this time, Wang Zijia's mana fluctuated slightly.
'Magic: Sealing the Soul! '
Some of the wine entered the body and was sealed and stored by Wang Zijia.
However, the pollution of this thing was too strong. Even the great Sealing Soul Technique could only store about two taels. And the wine pot in his hand was one pound.
It must be said that this essence was quite sufficient. I don't know how many years it took to prepare such a banquet.
The remaining wine spread in Wang Zijia's body, and Wang Zijia began to exude a strange wine aroma, just like pickled.
At this moment, he had long since hidden in the sea of consciousness again, and smiled brightly as he looked at the weight that was constantly growing in front of the golden scale.
"Value +4014!"
Looking at the value of thousands of dollars picked up for free, Wang Zijia showed a surprised expression. The uncomfortable feeling in his mouth had disappeared, leaving only the endless aroma of wine.
This kind of wine can be given to him again!
No matter whether it is essence or not, ambergris or shit, there are still people chasing after it!
With surprise, Wang Zijia left the sea of consciousness, his whole body exuded the aroma of wine, his eyes were hazy, as if he was drunk, looking at Liu Chengyu beside him, and said: "Do you want to drink?"
"Gulp!"
Liu Chengyu smelled the aroma of spiritual wine that permeated the entire hall, subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and finally resisted the desire in his heart, shook his head, and said: "Brother, please go!"
Wang Zijia heard this and decisively exchanged wine pots with him. After hesitating for a while, he still poured a glass for the other party, and then raised his head again and drank again.
"Value +4913!"
Another harvest of thousands of values, Wang Zijia's eyes became brighter.
He waved to the servant at the edge of the hall behind him, and the servant immediately stepped forward and came to Wang Zijia.
"What do you want, Immortal?" the servant asked.
"Two more pots!" Wang Zijia opened his mouth, and the strong aroma of wine filled the air. With a little drunkenness, he said, "Not enough to drink!"
The servant smiled dryly and said, "Immortal, Yuling Brew is fixed, one pot per table."
"So stingy!" Wang Zijia muttered, and the servant just smiled dryly and turned away.
Wang Zijia cast his eyes on the other seats. Those who entered the role and drank wine subconsciously grabbed their wine pots. Those who were sober and didn't drink, but ignored Wang Zijia at all.
"Dang!"
Before Wang Zijia could do anything, the music at the banquet suddenly changed.
A strange wave spread, covering the entire banquet, and the aroma of wine became stronger. People who didn't drink began to have blurred eyes when they smelled the aroma.
At this time, a beautiful figure floated down. She was wearing a light gauze, and her skin was faintly visible. Her slender waist swayed in the air, and her bare jade feet stepped on the void, emitting a crystal luster, strolling down.
The cold face explained what a fairy was!
"Gulp!"
Many people swallowed their saliva subconsciously, revealing an obsessed look.
Wang Zijia looked a little surprised. It was because the dancer who appeared on the stage was none other than their Fuyuan Tianjiao Lu Qianrou.
At this moment, although she was still cold, she exuded a different kind of temptation, showing the temptation of waiting for you to break branches.
The two contradictory temperaments of purity and extreme temptation were perfectly interpreted by her at this moment, and she was completely different from the usual coldness of the mountain ice.
Even Gu Xuefeng, who was sitting quietly with a sword in a corner of the hall, showed obvious surprise in his eyes, and then he had a little special brilliance, and his calm face was slightly flushed.
As she danced, the aroma of wine in the hall became stronger and stronger. Some sober people also subconsciously picked up the wine pot and started drinking, and then they couldn't stop.
Only a few people had not started yet, but just admired Lu Qianrou's moving dance.
"Drink, drink, but you are not satisfied with this seat's spiritual wine!"
After a while, when Wang Zijia was watching a little fascinated, a strong voice suddenly sounded from the main seat.
Wang Zijia was startled and turned his head to look. In a trance, he seemed to see a book.
He looked again, but there was no book. I don't know when, a seven-foot-tall man sat on the high seat like a dragon chair.
The man was about thirty years old, with a beard, but it was not long, and the beard was only slightly protruding. The face was sharp, angular, and unusually tough.
He was a bit sturdy, but he wore a Confucian robe, which was neither fish nor fowl, but had a unique temperament. He was not very handsome, but very manly.