The Age of Global Gods: Lord of Chaos

Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-Eight

"You have considered entering the Source Plane. Wandering on the Source Plane with your strength is quite a dangerous behavior, especially you, only in the early stage of the Lord God." The waiter asked as usual, and also specially reminded Fang Mu. Clear his own strength.

"Thanks for the reminder, I still decided to enter the source plane." Fang Mu thanked the waiter for the reminder and said firmly.

"This is the latest topographic map of the Source Plane. You can choose to find a family to join in, which may improve your chances of survival." The waiter took out a map printed on paper and handed it to Fang Mu.

Fang Mu took a look and found that most of the family's control areas were indicated on it.

"Thanks a lot." Fang Mu thanked the waiter with his hands.

Then flew towards a small plate closest to this place.

Two figures appeared at the edge of the Xuyuan plate.

"According to the information we have now, our strength is nothing here. We will go to investigate the situation here first, and then consider what to do for a long time in the future." Fang Mu said clearly.

"Follow my god."

Fang Mu and Montis passed all the way into the city of the Xuyuan plate and found a tavern-like building.

At the entrance of the building, what entered Fang Mu's nose was not the smell of alcohol, but a fragrance of fruit.

"This place should be a pub, right?" Fang Mu had a trace of doubt in his heart, and raised his foot into the building.

What catches the eye is a round table, men and women of all kinds hold a huge glass full of liquid in their hands.

When he came to the bar, in front of him was a bartender-like teenager shaking the cocktail glass in his hand. Behind him were full of bottles that Fang didn't recognize.

"What, sir?" the bartender asked.

"Try a glass of your most famous wine here." Fang Mu decided to try the local style first.

"Wait a minute, the most famous one here is Bingcha Lielan." The bartender replied with a wine that Fang Mu had never heard of.

The bartender put down the shaking cocktail glass in his hand, turned around and took out a huge glass bottle full of green liquid, poured a third of it into the cocktail glass, and then took out a row of glasses from the refrigerator behind him, neatly arranged. Of the cylindrical ice cubes, add a piece into the cocktail glass.

Afterwards, a lot of wine bottles that Fang Mu didn't recognize were added, and they were thrown in, and the lids of the cocktail glasses were put on to start the bartending performance.

After half an hour, with only one sound, the bartender smashed the tuned cocktail glass on the bar, gently removed the lid, and took time, and a scent of fruity fragrance entered Fang Mu's nose.

The bartender wiped the sweat caused by the bartending, bent over and took out a huge glass that was the same as the hands of the surrounding guests, gently poured all the liquor into it, and handed it to Fang Mu.

"This is the most famous ice-cut sand lielan here, please taste it." The bartender bends down with a gentleman's demeanor and gestures to Fang Mu.

Fang Mu took the glass of purple wine in front of him (good for the king), put it to his mouth, and took a big sip in it. The wine was silky in the mouth and slipped across the throat without any bitterness. After a while, a fruity aroma emerged.

"It's the wine from the Origin Plane, it's really good." Fang Mu raised his head and took a big sip and said to the bartender amazingly.

Thank you for "praising, but listening to the guests, you are not locals?" The bartender thanked Fang Mu for his compliment, and then asked.

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