Qinghua Lang Zhenxuan Realm I Just Want to Make Good Wine in Another World

"Where did that bastard come from? It blocked my way!" A hoarse roar rang in his ears like thunder. Lin Feng looked up and saw five strong men wearing animal skins and carrying rusty steel knives surrounding him. The leader had a scar on his face from his brow to his chin, his left eye was an empty black hole, and there were dried blood stains on the steel knife in his hand. At first glance, he didn't look good. "I built this mountain, I planted this tree. If you want to live from now on, leave money to buy the road!" Scarface spat, looking Lin Feng up and down with his triangular eyes, "What rags are you wearing? Which small tribe's escaped slave is he? What's hidden in his pocket? Take it out and take a look!" Lin Feng was stunned. He lowered his head and looked at himself - the blue overalls of the winery, the labor shoes stained with wine lees, and in his pocket except for his mobile phone (which had long lost signal) and a bunch of keys, was the bottle of Blue Flower Lang. In this outfit, in front of this group of strong men who drink blood and hair, they really look like an "alien".