The spiritual wine is sweet and refreshing.
After drinking it, a warm current flows down the throat into the stomach, and a layer of sweat instantly evaporates from the body.
Zhang Jiahui exhaled a breath of wine happily and praised: "Good wine!!"
Song Yang smiled and poured him another glass, saying, "I only have five bottles of this wine in stock, and I'm giving them all to you. First, to welcome you, and second, to apologize to you. After all, I took your artifact on my own initiative."
Speaking of this, Zhang Jiahui's nose suddenly felt sore.
He has been feeling aggrieved until now.
Song Yang's words of apology released Zhang Jiahui's pent-up emotions and he almost cried.
Zhang Jiahui held up the wine glass, patted Song Yang's shoulder fiercely, and said, "No more words, let's have a drink!"
Song Yang also poured himself a glass, clinked the two glasses together, and drank it down together.
It was already night.
The temperature in the wilderness at night is dozens of degrees lower than during the day.
During the day, they could only wear shawls or even go shirtless, but at night they had to cover themselves with felt made of animal skins, otherwise they would freeze to death.
There are few people in the wilderness, largely because of the huge temperature difference.
There is no such problem in Kulongshan, but at night the large entrances are closed and too much cold air enters the house, leaving only small exhaust holes for ventilation.
After Song Yang and Zhang Jiahui drank a bottle of wine, Zhang Jiahui, who was feeling hot all over, got up and opened the drooping fur curtains at the ventilation holes to let in the cool breeze.
This bottle of wine also deepened the friendship between the two.
Zhang Jiahui put his arm around Song Yang's shoulders, calling him "big brother" all the time, and said that he would protect him when they went to Tongtian City and would not let him be bullied, etc.
Song Yang said nothing about it.
He had never seen Zhang Jiahui's strength, but it wasn't too high, otherwise he wouldn't have been beaten black and blue by him.
Speaking of the bruised face and nose, Zhang Jiahui actually returned to his original appearance after drinking, with no signs of being beaten at all.
Song Yang asked the reason.
Zhang Jiahui said mysteriously: "Brother, please don't laugh at me. I am actually a magic warrior, but my ability is a little special. I can speed up the repair of my body injuries through energy conversion, which means I am lucky."
Song Yang understood.
Zhang Jiahui’s abilities are indeed weird, and his combat effectiveness is insufficient, but he is still good as a meat shield.
As long as his energy supply is guaranteed to be normal and the force of the beating does not exceed the limit of his body's endurance, he can continue to be beaten.
Song Yang drank another glass with Zhang Jiahui and then said goodbye and left.
Zhang Jiahui drank too much. Maybe members from other tribes will come over tomorrow, so he needs to prepare.
The remaining four bottles of wine were placed by Song Yang in the corner.
After returning to the room, Song Yang found that Aigsa was actually burrowing into the quilt, sleeping like a kitten.
He carefully lifted the bed and took a look. His eyes immediately lit up and he happily got in.
The boat is curved and sways with the waves.
The next day, Song Yang stretched lazily with contentment.
Aegsa is gone.
She was so crazy last night that Song Yang was surprised that she still had the energy to get up.
Song Yang dressed neatly and walked out of the room.
Just then I saw Anda raising his big hand, ready to knock on the door.
Song Yang said: "What are you doing?"
Anda quickly withdrew his hand and said, "Song Yang, you are awake. The old wizard asked me to call you to the hall. The other tribes in the wasteland learned that the patrol angels had arrived and lived in the Fang Tribe. They all came to pay homage. Everyone is here."
Song Yang nodded and went to the hall with Anda.
At this time, Song Yang saw several groups of tribal members with unfamiliar faces sitting there.