louisehourcade Chapter 1430 The Immortal Drunk
Chapter 1430 The Immortal Drunk
Chapter 1430 The Immortal Drunk
Zheng Ajiao covered her mouth and smiled lightly. This seemed to be a kind smile from the owner, but it made Luo Chen taste a bit intriguing.
"The Zheng family is grand, the Zheng family is grand!"
Wu Butong saw the delicacies on the table in his eyes, and he almost danced and sang and danced. Wu Butong is also a casual cultivator, highlighting the word "poor".
Although it was delicious, Wu Butong had never experienced a meal like this one in his life, such a free table.
How can you be worthy of your own body shape and physique if you don't have a good time eating?
Luo Chen and the others were not worried, Zheng Ajiao would tamper with the food at this table, if poison was poisoned in the food at the banquet, then the reputation of the Zheng family would be completely ruined.
For first-class forces, face and reputation are very important things.
If this table of delicacies was not enough to make Wu Butong ecstatic, but what Zheng Ajiao brought out next made Wu Butong stand up.
With a wave of Zheng Ajiao's hand, she took out a small jug from the treasure bag, and when the jug was taken out, the whole room was filled with an intoxicating aroma of wine.
The lid of the pot was not even opened, just taking out the small wine pot, let Luo Chen and his party smell an intoxicating aroma.
Even Luo Chen couldn't help but close his eyes slightly when he smelled the aroma of wine, took a deep breath of the aroma, and sighed 'good wine' in his heart.
"Gollum."
Wu Butong even swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he regards good wine and food as his life, and Wu Butong is quite dabbled in fine wine.
"Could it be... that the gods can't get drunk!"
When the small flagon appeared, Wu Butong never took his eyes off it.
"At first glance, it looks like a senior gourmet, and you can smell such fine wine as Immortal Drunken."
Zheng Ajiao picked up the jug, lifted it in the direction of Wu Butong, and said aloud.
"But among those who are addicted to alcohol, who doesn't know the name of immortal drunkenness?"
Wu Butong said in a low voice.
Immortal Drunken is a well-known fine wine in the entire Kunlun Ruins. It has an incomparably mellow aroma. At the same time, because it is brewed with a lot of spiritual herbs, it can ignore the cultivation of monks.
A good immortal drunk, whether it is a master of alchemy or a monk in the qi refining period, is treated equally. Drunk or not drunk depends on the individual's drinking capacity, and has nothing to do with cultivation.
This fragrance is definitely the top fairy drunk.
Only a first-class power like the Zheng family can entertain guests with immortal drunkenness at the banquet.
"Everyone, you are welcome. Today, I will continue to give my little sister a chance to clean up the dust, and I will also entertain a few distinguished guests."
"Everyone, eat and drink well, don't have any scruples, this god is drunk, you can drink as much as you want."
Zheng Ajiao stood up, walked to the place where Luo Chen and the others were seated, put down two pots of Immortal Drunk, and said aloud.
"It's amazing, it's amazing."
Wu Butong stared at the jug in front of him, and murmured subconsciously.
The expressions of Luo Ya and Luo Chen are relatively calm. The reason why the sword repair is powerful is partly because the spirit of the person who masters the sword is more tenacious.
For Luo Chen and Luo Ya, this table of wine and food is quite tempting, but if they want to resist, it is just a thought.
Unlike Wu Butong, who couldn't even look away when he saw fine wine.
This is the strength of the spiritual will.
Why are all sword cultivators out of the dust? Taking Baidi Jianzun as an example, the few times she appeared, she was a banished fairy, with an attitude of not caring about the worldly affairs.
It's not that Sword Master Baidi likes to put on a show, her spirit and will are qualitatively sublimated while accumulating sword intent.
"Everyone, don't be polite, come and clean up the dust for my little sister."
Zheng Ajiao said out loud.
This voice relieved Wu Butong, he picked up the chopsticks, bared his arms and sleeves and began to eat wantonly.
Immortals were intoxicated with a cup of wine, and after a while, a little bit of blush appeared on the slightly plump cheeks.
"Brother Luo, let me tell you, this Seven Treasures Jade Soup has a lot of background, the seven treasures are..."
While Wu Butong was eating nonsense, he was boasting with Luo Chen and Zheng Xueer.
Although Fatty usually likes to fiddle with his knowledge, his current appearance is a sign of being slightly drunk.
The god was very drunk, and the fat man gave himself a hard drink, and it would be a ghost if he couldn't get over his head.
Wu Butong didn't restrain himself, the chopsticks and the wine cup didn't stop at all, and he drank two full pots just because the immortal was drunk, which was not too much.
On the other hand, Luo Chen and Luo Ya moved a few chopsticks each, and put down the chopsticks after drinking a few cups of immortal intoxication.
As for Zheng Xueer, she hadn't even touched her chopsticks, and her father was still lying on the hospital bed uncertain of life or death.
Being able to adjust her mood and attend this welcome banquet is already very valuable. If Zheng Xueer wants to calm down, unless his father recovers suddenly.
Zheng Ajiao was very enthusiastic, drinking with Wu Butong cup by cup, although Zheng Ajiao never refilled a glass of wine from the beginning to the end, she was still with her.
She even talked to Wu Butong sentence by sentence. When Wu Butong explained the dishes, Zheng Ajiao could always give a response and affirmation.
Invisibly, Wu Butong drank a lot more.
"Cher..."
After three rounds of wine and five tastes of food, Wu Butong could no longer open his eyes at this time, his whole body was shaking his head, as if he was completely drunk.
"I don't... Wu don't... Let me tell you, I just... just... that's why I said it."
Wu Butong was stuttering, and wanted to say something to Zheng Xueer, but he could only utter sporadic words, which were hard to understand.
"Fat man."
The corner of Zheng Xueer's mouth curled up reluctantly, trying to persuade him to drink less, but Wu Butong took the conversation away and continued.
"In the future... I will be by your side. Anyone who wants to hurt you must ask your fat father."
Wu Butong uttered a complete sentence with difficulty, and looked at Zheng Xueer with a face full of alcohol. His eyes were almost completely hidden under the eyelids, but the burning meaning in them was clearly caught in Zheng Xueer's heart.
"Fat man."
Zheng Xueer called out in a low voice. Although she knew Wu Butong's intentions well, she never thought that she would accept the latter's confession on this occasion.
She wanted to tell herself that the other party was talking nonsense after being drunk, but then she thought about it... Isn't what he said the most sincere words after being drunk?
Zheng Xueer remained silent, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. This smile was the first time Zheng Xueer smiled sincerely after she knew that her father was dying.
"Come on, drink less and eat more."
Zheng Xueer raised her chopsticks, picked up a piece of spirit beast meat for Wu Butong and put it on his dinner plate, and picked up some vegetables herself, and tasted it in small mouthfuls.
Zheng Ajiao saw this scene in her eyes, a trace of resentment and anger flashed in her eyes, but she hid this expression in her heart the next moment, and her expression returned to normal.
"Father, I..."
At this moment, Wu Butong stood up in a daze, and said aloud.
"I need...to...go to the bathroom."
(End of this chapter)