The Cursed Ship

The Flying Demon was a little disappointed, he thought Zheng Yang would fill it up after he accepted this kind of thing.

After it couldn't wait to drink the wine, Zheng Yang stopped pouring it, and pointed to the three sixth-level flying demons hanging in the air with their wings flapping in the distance.

The sixth-level flying devil who ordered it to test the poison yelled a few words, the fifth-level flying devil turned around, danced and chattered for a while, and three sixth-level flying devils flew over.

They were still cautiously staring at the main guns on the deck, for fear that Zheng Yang would shoot them suddenly after tricking them over.

A moment later, three sixth-level flying demons landed on the deck. The black muzzle a few meters ahead made them feel unnatural.

The sixth-level flying demon who issued the order looked at Zheng Yang and the fifth-level flying demon, took a glass of wine, smelled it, and slowly poured it into his mouth.

Its reaction was similar to that of the level five Flying Demon just now. Fortunately, it held back and didn't spit it out. It was in its mouth for a few seconds and then it was swallowed. After smacking its lips for a taste, its eyes lit up, fixedly staring at the wine bottle in Zheng Yang's hand.

Seeing this, the other sixth-level flying demon was about to grab the third glass of wine, but he grabbed the glass too hard and shattered it.

The wine spilled down at its feet, and the smell of the wine made it swallow involuntarily. This Flying Demon was dumbfounded, and the third Level 6 Flying Demon scolded it dissatisfiedly, looked at the Level 5 Flying Demon, and asked for the wine glass in its hand.

Zheng Yang poured wine for it, and poured another glass from his own glass for the second sixth-level flying demon. This time it was careful, for fear of crushing the glass again.

The two Flying Demons drank the wine, and their reaction was exactly the same as that of the first Level 6 Flying Demon. If it weren't for the scruples about naval guns, they would all want to grab the wine bottle in Zheng Yang's hand.

The first six-level flying demon should be the highest among the three. It pointed at the wine bottle in Zheng Yang's hand and chattered a few words, then waited for Zheng Yang's response.

Zheng Yang guessed that it meant either asking what it was and how it came about, or asking if he could give it the wine bottle he was holding, or asking how to trade it.

No matter what the problem is, it doesn't affect his rhythm.

More flying demons of level five and level four flew over, hovering or hovering in the air nearby, looking at the deck suspiciously.

When Zheng Nian thought, the deck in front of him seemed to push open a pair of doors from top to bottom, and the Transcendent Alloy folded into the lower floor with the photoelectric panels, leaving a gap five meters long and half a meter wide.

The Transcendent Alloy, which is as large as the gap, is like a lifting platform, and a box of twelve bottles of wine is consigned up.

Zheng Yang opened the box in front of the Flying Demons and showed them the bottles of fine wine inside. He sensed that the breathing of the four flying demons was obviously quickening, and he felt a burst of pride.

This step-by-step process of tricking Little Red Riding Hood is quite interesting.

The second level six Flying Demon may have a more reckless character. It was the one who crushed the wine glass just now, and now it put the spear across the deck and rolled towards Zheng Yang, then pointed to the box of fine wine.

"No!" Zheng Yang blurted out.

What a joke, I want to exchange a case of wine for just a long gun... Although the value is far superior, it is not the trading plan he wants.

Zheng Yang filled a glass of wine and placed it next to the spear, indicating that a spear can only be exchanged for a full glass of wine.

The Flying Demon stared wide-eyed, you are too cruel, right? A long gun can only be exchanged for a cup?

Zheng Yang's intention to trade is too obvious,

And they came to their mine island, obviously for Qinglingjin. As for why Zheng Yang knew that there was Qing Lingjin here... Zheng Yang also showed his face in the last interception battle, thinking that they would not recognize it if they changed the ship.

Several Flying Demons began to discuss how to trade with Zheng Yang. They argued fiercely, and finally decided to bring a light gold cylinder to see how much fine wine they could exchange.

A fifth-level flying demon flew back to the island, and flew out with a metal pillar from the warehouse.

Zheng Yang's eyes lit up, and he pointed to the metal pillar and a box of fine wine in front of him, indicating that they could be exchanged at equal value.

The Flying Demons looked at each other and started discussing lively again. In the end they decided that it was perfectly acceptable to exchange a metal post for a case of fine wine.

There are twelve bottles of fine wine in a case, and the capacity of each bottle is one kilogram. From Fei Moren's point of view, if he only poured a little at a time like Zheng Yang did, he could still pour many, many cups.

So, a sixth-level flying demon personally brought the metal pillar to Zheng Yang, and then removed the box of fine wine. The three glasses were also carefully held by them, and they did not intend to return them.

The corner of Zheng Yang's mouth twitched, and he didn't ask for it. With the alchemy level of the Flying Demons, I believe they will be able to refine more and more wine glasses from empty wine bottles soon, but the problem is that there will probably be no more wine to drink by then.

The Flying Demon was about to retreat, but he saw Zheng Yang put the metal pillar on the place where the box was checked in just now, and sank into the cabin along with the lifting platform. Then... ten more boxes came up, exactly the same as before.

"Gudu..."

The four Flying Demons swallowed their saliva neatly, with some hesitation.

It's okay to only exchange a metal pole for a case of fine wine. If you spend too many metal poles, their king will not spare them.

Zheng Yang found out that the Flying Demon's reaction was not right, and his heart tightened, he couldn't just change one, right? Then he might as well grab it directly!

Rolling his eyes, Zheng Yang turned around and took out two new wine glasses from behind the turret, poured a sip of wine for the four Flying Demons and himself respectively, made a gesture of toasting to invite wine, then shook the glass and took a sip Dry, smacking his lips with a look of enjoyment.

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How could the Flying Demon bear it now, the wine worm in his belly grew like a balloon, maturing quickly from birth. They drank wine one after another, discussed a few words, and ordered the other Flying Demons to go back and bring ten metal pillars with red eyes.

Zheng Yang noticed that apart from the six that were carried out from the warehouse he discovered earlier, the other four were carried directly from the depths of the mine.

Too cunning to hide in the depths of the mine!

Ten boxes of wine were moved to one side, and the Flying Demon put the metal pillars on the lifting platform and put them into the cabin, and then removed the boxes of wine. For each box, they also carefully opened the box to check and confirm.

When these Flying Demons carried the boxes and flew back to the island, another twenty boxes came up from the elevator.

The eyes of the three sixth-level flying demons were completely red, and they wanted to rob them too much. But when they saw the black muzzle, they regained their composure instantly.

Ten boxes have been exchanged, and more than half of them must be sent back to honor their king, and the rest will be shared with other sixth-level clansmen. In fact, there is not much left.

After discussing with each other, they decided to continue the exchange...

After two more batches of 20 metal pillars each, seeing that Zheng Yang was still producing good wine, the three level-6 flying demons decided not to do anything.

They pointed to the small island behind them, waved their hands to Zheng Yang to indicate that there was no stock here, and then flew up and pointed in the direction of their old nest, whispering, as if they wanted to take Zheng Yang to a certain place.

"It means that there is no stock here, and ask me to go to their lair to continue exchanging?" Zheng Yang guessed what the other party meant, and nodded in agreement.

The next moment, the spirit boat retracted the curse chain, adjusted its direction and went to the big island again.

Zheng Yang stood at the position of the lift platform, and was brought back below the deck by the lift platform. The two extraordinary alloys inlaid with solar panels were like a pair of doors, and they were closed from bottom to top to re-seal the gap tightly.

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