God-Level Recovery: Starting From The Twin Martial Soul

"Kulon, get out of here."

Qu Yu was a little confused and shouted to Coulon.

"Sister Qu Yu."

"I won't leave."

"I'm going to challenge him."

"Boy, I want to duel with you."

Coulon said with a gloomy expression.

"Why should I duel with you?"

"I am level 37, and your strength is level 62."

"Do you think it's fair for me to duel with you?"

Lin Fan rolled his eyes at Coulon.

"I don't care what level of strength you have."

"You just blasphemed sister Qu Yu, I won't let you go."

Coulon said with a gloomy expression again.

As soon as he said this, Qu Yu looked embarrassed.

"Kulon, what are you talking about?"

Qu Yu cursed Coulon angrily.

The latter still stared at Lin Fan angrily.

"Want me to help?"

At this time, Jiuling, who was drinking a drink through a straw, spoke.

As soon as she said these words, Lin Fan was stunned for a moment.

"I'll help you beat him up, but the condition is one hundred bottles of this thunder grass liquor."

Jiuling said to Lin Fan.

"Can."

Lin Fan just opened his mouth.

A red light shot from Jiu Ling's body directly towards Coulon.

The terrifying aura made everyone present turn pale.

"Don't, don't kill anyone."

Lin Fan shouted hurriedly.

Although Jiuling is a clone.

But this kind of clone is a special high-level clone.

It has 50% of the power of Nine Spirits.

Jiu Ling's strength is that of a peak ninety-ninth level soul beast.

Even if it is 50% strength, it is still level 98.

When she took action, the momentum was too scary.

Lin Fan was really frightened.

If Coulon is killed, it will be a bit troublesome.

"Nine Spirit Demon Emperor, you, you won't kill him, will you?"

Looking at Coulon who was blasted out of the window, Lin Fan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

I kind of regret asking Jiuling to help.

"Are you stupid to be the emperor?"

"This has just eased the relationship with you humans a little."

"I won't embarrass the relationship again."

Jiuling rolled his eyes at Lin Fan as if he was looking at a fool.

"That's good."

Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

"correct."

"One hundred bottles of Thunder Grass Liquor."

Jiuling stretched out her snow-white wrists and slender hands, so tender that people wanted to touch them.

"no problem."

"Waiter, pack a hundred bottles of Thunder Grass Liquor."

Lin Fan called to the hotel attendant.

Lei Cao Baijiu is not a very high-end liquor.

One hundred bottles, that’s one hundred thousand yuan.

Lin Fan would never have been able to get it out before, but now, he still has a small amount of tens of millions in his body.

One hundred bottles of Thunder Grass Liquor were obtained.

Jiuling put it away with great satisfaction.

He held a bottle of white wine in his delicate hands, inserted the straw into it, and drank slowly.

"Nine Spirit Demon Emperor, um, do you like liquor?"

Lin Fan saw Jiuling and asked again.

"Well, this liquor is delicious."

"It is extracted from spiritual grass, and it is very fragrant, slightly spicy and sweet, and the taste is very strange."

Jiuling nodded.

"Don't you feel dizzy?"

Lin Fan asked again.

Jiuling had already drank more than a dozen bottles, almost twenty.

Seeing her unfinished expression, Lin Fan's mouth twitched a little.

"Dizziness?"

"No."

"Will you feel dizzy after drinking this kind of thing?"

"Why don't I feel it?"

Jiuling looked confused and didn't want to feel drunk at all.

However, there was a faint blush on her face.

That touch of crimson makes people feel thrilling.

The appearance of the Nine Spirit Demon Emperor is completely harmful to the country and the people.

"It's okay if you don't feel anything."

"Then, keep eating."

Lin Fan ate quickly to replenish his strength.