Wang Dong has heard of the Qisha Palace.

This is an organization that makes a living by assassination. As long as you can afford to pay, you can help you get rid of your hatred!

Of course, their leaders only have the cultivation level of the Void Stage. If they exceed this range, they will be considered provocative.

The consequences are no one wants to try.

"It's actually the letter from the Qisha Palace!" With a scream, the onlookers were instantly excited.

The restaurant clerk also began to sway: his cultivation level in the late stage of the Soul Condensation Realm was actually stronger than his group. However, the person targeted by the Seven Killing Palace will be dead for a lifetime!

Should I stay or leave? It's a torment for the guys.

"Okay, don't hesitate. Let's leave while I haven't changed my mind yet." Wang Dong flicked Yi Chen on his body and sat down generously.

I was about to test the loyalty of my employees, but I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence...

It's like dozing off and coming to a pillow!

After some argument, half of the guys chose to leave and stood in the crowd. The other half stood there at a loss.

Wang Dong concentrated his mind and said in a low voice: "Isn't the Qikill Palace known as omnipresent? Then I'll compensate them for fun."

Looking at the sky, there is still some time before tomorrow. Maybe, I can do something more...

"What did you say! It's impossible, you're lying to me, right?" Zhang Mi pulled the winemaker's collar and was almost crazy.

"Second brother."

A small shout made Zhang Mi calmer, letting go of the winemaker whose face turned red but did not dare to struggle at all.

"Brother, my plan has failed." Zhang Mi lowered her head, and her arrogance just now disappeared. She was thinking in her heart how big brother would scold him.

“The taste is wrong?”

Zhang Mi was slightly shocked and nodded.

“How much difference?”

"A little bit more astringent, two bits sour, one bit less sweet, two bits mellow." Zhang Mi took another wine glass, tasted it lightly, and then answered seriously.

"The proportion is wrong." After throwing this sentence, Zhang Yi walked out.

The proportion is incorrect?

Zhang Mi was anxious, but she strictly followed the brewing ratio of Hongtian Restaurant. But she didn't dare to speak. With Zhang Yi's personality, she would definitely be scolded if she asked again.

Proportion... Could it be that Wang Dong gave up two barrels of wine in order to fool himself?

In fact, Wang Dong did not fool Zhang Mi, but he lacked one thing and one indispensable thing.

Sky fragrance flowers!

Zhang Mi, who had recovered from his senses, suddenly slapped her legs and screamed, and finally understood what was wrong. This smell is similar to a catalyst, which can make the wine more mellow and adjust the sweetness and sourness.

But, what about the proportion?

Without proportion, everything has to be done over again.

Forget it, just start again. But, if Wang Dong is telling a lie...

Zhang Mi's honest smile gradually calmed down, and her murderous intent flashed away.

...

The night is extremely quiet.

He was dressed in black, almost perfectly blending into the night, and shuttled through the buildings.

A cold light hidden in my sleeves on my hand.

Soon, I stood gently on the roof of Hongtian Restaurant, and opened a statue of ink with the moonlight.

Remember silently and hide into the darkness.

"There is a fatal threat to approach..."

A warning suddenly woke Wang Dong up, and his soul power that had just stabilized became disordered.

But half of the incense stick has passed, and there is no movement.

Needless to say, the reliability of the mobile phone is not to mention. Therefore, Wang Dong secretly became suspicious and gently pressed his ears to the wall.

Oh! The window paper was picked open, and a dagger with a strange beast was stabbed in, and followed the wooden plug and opened it.

Crack...
Chapter completed!