Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 170 The Night Banquet
In order to verify whether the Qiankun Bag is really so magical, Luo Qiushui took the tables and chairs in the living room as test objects. In a short while, more than a dozen tables and thirty chairs were swept away.

He deliberately tossed the Qiankun bag in his hands a few times, as light as nothing, Luo Qiushui said happily to Zhao Ji with a happy expression on his face: "Brother Zhao, it's true, it's true, this Qiankun bag really has magical functions .”

"It's a good thing, it really is a good thing."

Both eyes were about to shine, looking at that unremarkable gray cloth bag, Zhao Ji was very excited.

Space equipment such as Qiankun bag is the necessary equipment for home travel, going out, killing people and stealing goods. Zhao Ji wanted to get one for a long time, but at that time, he didn't know if there was such a thing in heaven.

Now that he really got a Qiankun bag, Zhao Ji has fulfilled his long-cherished wish, and he really doesn't know how to express the surprise in his heart.

"Here, Brother Zhao, this is your universe bag, you can take it back."

Seeing Zhao Ji staring at the Qiankun bag, the eyeballs were about to pop out, Luo Qiushui quickly handed the Qiankun bag back to Zhao Ji without any hesitation.

When Zhao Ji took it over, he didn't hesitate at all, he still tried his best to restrain the excitement in his heart, otherwise, he would have grabbed it right away.

He took the Qiankun bag and stretched his hand into it. The small bag, less than the size of a palm, can hold the entire arm.

Stretching out his hand to feel inside the Qiankun bag, up and down, left, right, right, after some groping, he couldn't touch the barrier of the Qiankun bag at all.

"It seems that the space inside does not seem small."

Thinking of this in his heart, Zhao Ji poured the mouth of the Qiankun bag down, and there was a "cracking" sound, and a row of tables, chairs and benches fell down.

"It's really a Qiankun bag. It's great. With this thing, things will be much more convenient in the future."

Zhao Ji looked very happy, very happy, but he said with some regret: "Good things are good things, but it is a little inconvenient to take things out, if you can see the situation inside, it will be much more convenient. "

"Brother Zhao, in the information I read, it is said that when a warrior's cultivation base reaches the Dao Yun realm, he can cultivate his spiritual consciousness. At that time, he can leave a mark in the Qiankun Sack, and then he can control the Qiankun Sack freely. .”

After thinking for a while, Luo Qiushui's eyes lit up, and he told another secret story.

"Oh, and this."

Zhao Ji lost interest when he heard it.

In the past, Zhao Ji read a lot of online novels. In most fairy tale novels, there will be space props such as Qiankun bags and storage bracelets, which need to be imprinted with spiritual consciousness. He is very clear about this theory. .

Facing a Qiankun bag, Zhao Ji and Luo Qiushui had a discussion with great interest. Before they knew it, two hours passed and it was time for dinner.

Luo Qingyun came to ask Luo Qiushui and Zhao Ji to have dinner in person, which interrupted their discussion. The three of them walked out together, Luo Qiushui walked in the front, Zhao Ji and Luo Qingyun fell behind.

"Brother Zhao, how do you feel?"

Winking at Zhao Ji, Luo Qingyun asked strangely.

"Feel? What does it feel?"

Zhao Ji was somewhat puzzled by Monk Zhang Er.

Nodding to Luo Qiushui in front, Luo Qingyun said softly with an expression that said nothing, "Miss, how do you feel getting along with her?"

"I said you boy, what nonsense are you talking about, Miss Luo and I are intimate."

Frowning, he lightly scolded Luo Qingyun.

At this time, Luo Qiushui also turned his head, his phoenix eyes widened, and he said to Luo Qingyun unyieldingly: "Brother, what are you talking about, Brother Zhao and I are good friends."

Although walking in front, as if he didn't care, in fact, Luo Qiushui's ears were pricked up, eavesdropping on the conversation between Luo Qingyun and Zhao Ji.

Luo Qingyun's words were already a bit blatant. Although Luo Qiushui was happy and sweet in his heart, he couldn't bear the face and felt a bit shy.

"Okay, okay, I won't say it, I won't say it."

With a "haha" smile, Luo Qingyun followed the good advice and said no more.

In order to welcome Zhao Ji's arrival, Luo Chongshan set up a table in the dining room. There were not many people on the table, but the food on the table was extremely rich.

Eight plates, twelve bowls, and many platters, the dishes are indeed rich enough, and the wine is even better, the bamboo leaf green that has been buried for decades.

"Come on, nephew, let's drink this cup to the brim. For your loyalty, because of a letter, we rushed to help you at the fastest speed. It's very interesting."

Giving a thumbs up to Zhao Ji, Luo Chongshan sighed while raising his glass to invite.

Normally, when encountering such a thing, others would have no time to hide, how could it be like Zhao Ji, who was afraid that he would come too late, and almost all of them rushed over night and day.

"Luo Shibo is polite. In many things and aspects, Luo Shibo and Miss Luo have given me a lot of help. Now, there are some places where I need to rely on Zhao Ji. How can I hide behind? , are you still human?"

Zhao Ji slapped his chest, and said sonorously.

"Okay, okay, enough loyalty, we won't say much, everything is in this glass of wine."

Hearing Zhao Ji's words, Luo Chongshan suddenly felt proud, stood up, raised his wine glass, and said to everyone: "Come on, let's drink this glass together, and we can clean up the dust for my nephew."

"Come, let's drink together."

"Everyone drinks."

"I drank it too."

Luo Qingyun, Luo Fu and Luo Qiushui all stood up, held up their wine glasses, and toasted Zhao Ji one after another.

After drinking for three rounds and eating and drinking, Zhao Ji put down the chopsticks in his hand and asked Luo Chongshan, "Luo Shibo, I heard that the Wang family sent envoys to Sifang City. I don't know what the situation is."

The Wang family in Wangcheng is a family that has been enfeoffed as a marquis. The fiefdom is the entire Shengui Island. On the three-acre land on the island, the Wang family is like a toubob.

Such a family, stomping their feet, can make the entire God Turtle Island tremble. Sending envoys to Sifang City is definitely a big deal for the indigenous forces of Sifang City.

Although he is not involved in politics, Zhao Ji still knows a little about the twists and turns, and he dare not underestimate the Wang family. On the contrary, he is a little more curious.

In the underground mountainside where Wu Kuang's treasure is located, the second son of the Wang family was killed by Ren Woxing. I heard that even the innate warrior died inexplicably. This kind of blow is not small.

The Wang family who had their beards pulled out would definitely be filled with righteous indignation. Zhao Ji was really curious about what kind of power he could unleash. In the end, he was just afraid of chaos.

"Hey, I'm afraid this matter will be difficult to handle."

Gently put down the wine glass, Luo Chongshan let out a long sigh
(End of this chapter)