Bug Master In Doomsday

"Patriarch, the golden-headed carp has been caught, this is the fattest of the eight!" The young man holding a big golden fish with a knife, did not see the previous grievances in his eyes, but looked forward to it.

The taste of this golden carp is the most delicious. I can't taste it once in three or five years. This time I made a friend in the clan, hehe! This is a blessing!

Wang Mang looked at the huge golden-headed carp with two long golden beards. He couldn't help but was taken aback. He had heard the name of this golden-headed carp before, and he felt familiar, but now he understood it immediately.

This is not an ordinary fish monster. The fourth-ranked Shan Giant Duck in the previous world’s gourmet monster list has tasted it himself, and the unparalleled Hate Dog has tasted it himself, but this is the number one gold Because the number of head carp is scarce and it is difficult to catch, very few people have tasted it!

But after eating, none of them said it was bad! I have never been lucky enough to taste a bite in my previous life or in the present. I didn’t expect to be able to taste it with the light of foreign friends here today.

The four-eye patriarch watched the crockery firewood, stone tables and chairs brought by the tribe, and patted Wang Mang's shoulder heartily, "I'm sorry, my friend, there is only good food but no good wine. The family cannot make wine. It all relies on trade with other alien races, and the caravans that have traveled recently have not passed through here. I'm so sorry!"

Wang Manghun waved his hand indifferently, "Patriarch Qinghuang, who said there is no good wine? I have it here!" The Panlong ring on Wang Mang's index finger flashed red, and an altar of wine sealed in cellar mud appeared on the stone table. Above, just by smelling the mud on the side of the altar, you can feel an unparalleled aroma of wine.

Wang Mang stretched out his hand and touched the rough loess on the wine jar, his eyes were a little bit reluctant. This jar of fruit jelly was given to him by Brother Red Fox when he was in the Secret Realm of Dragon City. He has not been willing to open it for a while. After a taste, it’s finally time to open it!

"Patriarch Qinghuang, this is another patriarch gifted me the fruit stuffed for 20 years!" Wang Mang's tone was a little melancholy, and he really missed the fox people in Huahu Village. I don’t know what they used. Are you still used to the daily necessities you bring to them?

"The cellar is 20...years?!" The Qinghuang tribe's eyes widened, and the words were all paused. None of the Daozhi tribe didn't love wine.

I usually stay at the bottom of the lake, cold and humid, and I have to drink some wine to keep out the cold, but my clan can’t make it. I’m the leader of the clan. I have only drunk the wine that has been in the cellar for three years. The jar of wine in front of me is actually cellared. 20 years!

Qinghuang was shaking his hands and slowly stroking the smooth edge of the altar. The people around him gulped while looking at the wine altar, and couldn't help but leaned to the stone table.

Wang Mang smiled heartily when he looked at them, "Everyone from the Daozhi clan regarded Wang Mang as a friend, and even brought out golden carp. Wang Mang is not a stingy person. I am a 20-year-old Ziguo. Stuff, let’s open the altar now for everyone to taste it!!"

As Wang Mang spoke, he stood up and patted the mud in the cellar sealed at the mouth of the altar, and removed the stopper made of red cloth. The beautiful aroma of wine that should only be found in the sky and rarely smelled in the world overflowed, as if it had fallen into the mortal world. Fairy, just a light smell, is deeply drunk!

With a ‘Wow’, everyone was in an uproar. A few young strangers who got close, just smelled the scent of wine, their cheeks were pink, and their eyes were drunk.