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"I'm often advised... to abandon martial arts and follow the text. Search: \(????) Read fine literature for free" Tan Zao put down the wine glass, his cheeks were already stained with a thin red, he lay on the bed and said inarticulately, "It's not that I'm suitable to be a scholar, it's just that this humiliates the teacher's sect."
He Ling leaned over with the wine, sat on the pedal, and grabbed his hand.
Tan Zao pulled out his hand, but couldn't, so he raised his foot and stepped on He Lingze's shoulder and continued to earn, "Let go..."
He Ling glanced at his crotch and smiled, "I'll pour you a drink."
Tan Zao paused when he heard the words, and looked at him with drunken eyes.
He Ling raised his wrist to pour the wine, the transparent wine condensed into thin lines and poured into the wine glass.
"I can't drink anymore..." Tan Zao slumped on the pillow, "Am I really not suitable for martial arts?"
When he crooked, the cup also crooked. He Ling put his face close in time, grabbed the wine glass, raised his head and drank the glass of wine, then climbed up and lay beside Tan Zao, "Drink a whole pot... You are drunk, you usually don't need to complain like this tone."
Tan Zao clapped his palms for his good skills, and said faintly: "How can I be drunk, I'm not drunk after a thousand cups. I just... I don't like them telling me like this, I hate people telling me like this."
"It's good to be drunk, tell the truth when you're drunk." He Ling got into the quilt and hugged Tan Zao, "Tell the leader, what else do you hate?"
Tan Zao: "I hate that elder last time... The one who said I was unreliable, said that I was unkind."
He Lingze: "Fine, kill him."
Tan Zao didn't know if he heard clearly, but he closed his eyes and smiled, his lips slightly opened, looking a little silly, but the tip of his tongue was looming, but He Ling seemed to have a different style.
He smacked his lips, "Am I being merciless?"
He Ling felt as if he was drunk too, "No..."
Tan Zao reached out and touched his face, opened his eyes, but did not speak.
He Ling asked stupidly, "Then what do you like?"
Tan Zao's eyes shone brightly, surprisingly bright, he looked at He Lingze's eyes, smiled again, closed his eyes, pouted into the air, and made a soft sound—
"Chirp."
He Ling swooped up on him, grabbed his wine-scented lips, and eagerly sucked the body fluid from his mouth. He Ling held the back of his head, hugged his limp body, swept the tip of his tongue across his palate, and kissed him in a very lingering and profound way. However, Tan Zao had fallen asleep due to drunkenness, and he only made a small hum regardless of whether he was wind or drizzle.
For a long time, He Ling snuggled up beside Tan Zao while panting, resting his head on his chest. He Ling only felt that Tan Zao's heart was unusually calm, but his heart was beating wildly, as if sweet emotions were about to overflow.
He raised his head and kissed the corner of Tan Zao's mouth, and closed his wet eyes.
Grandpa's blessing, it will be a good thing tonight.
"A very familiar aroma of wine."
When the fine wine of Zhengqi Pavilion came out of the cellar, Yin Rulin gave a jar to the guests. Tan Zao smelled the aroma of the wine, but he felt very familiar and couldn't help but say it.
Ruan Fengzhang: "You have been to Xiaoluan Mountain."
Tan Zao was startled, "That's right, this is... the smell on Xiaoluan Mountain."
Ruan Fengzhang: "The raw materials of this Bibo wine are the plants that grow only in Xiaoluan Mountain. Only people from the Demon Sect and Zhengqi Pavilion can brew it. The Demon Sect has been broken and Xiaoluan Mountain has been burned down, so there is only Zhengqi Pavilion. All these Bibo wines are left."
Tan Zao: "Really?"
Ruan Fengzhang poured out a pot and said faintly, "Bibo wine is known for its 'strongness'. Rumor has it that its strongness is like 'Bibo red in thousands of miles'. After drinking it, my throat seems to be on fire. Poisonous."
Wanli Bibohong is a kind of clear and blue poisonous wine of the Demon Sect. After ordinary people drink it, their internal organs will melt, and they will vomit blood, which can dye Wanli Bibo into a bright red.
Wanli Bibohong and Bibo wine are both wines. The raw materials are similar, and the burning sensation in the entrance is almost the same. Only the color is different, and the consequences after drinking are completely different. The former is more like poison, and only those who practice the Poison Art of Demon Sect can drink it, while the latter can be drunk by anyone, but it is extremely strong.
Tan Zao sighed slightly, even if Xiaoluan Mountain is not burned down, Bibo wine will disappear.
He poured a glass of wine for himself, "If it's fine wine, it won't matter if you are poisoned and die."
In fact, Wanli Bibohong has long had a transparent version, which was researched by people in the magic religion with great effort. In other words, even the colors are almost the same, so no one can tell the difference between Wanli Bibohong and Bibo wine.
That wine was specially studied to poison Tan Zao, and it also deliberately weakened the toxicity to delay the poisoning time so that it would not occur at the banquet.
Unfortunately, although he was poisoned, he did not die, because he happened to be staying with He Ling, and was rescued by He Ling in time without any injuries.
After that, He Ling was furious, and Bibo Wine never appeared again, and it also implicated all the people of the Demon Cult. He Ling's temper was too big that time, and it was abnormally big, which left a deep impression on Tan Zao. To this day, he can only guess that He Ling is too afraid of his death.
I don't know what He Ling's reaction was after witnessing his death.
Tan Zao never drank Bibo wine after the demon sect disappeared, and drinking it at this time felt a delicious reunion after a long absence.
Ruan Fengzhang also poured a glass of wine, "I didn't expect you to be a good drinker."
Tan Zao: "I don't get drunk in a thousand cups."
Ruan Fengzhang laughed a few times.
Tan Zao added: "But drinking is a mistake, especially poisonous wine."
Ruan Fengzhang drank the Bibo wine, closed his eyes slightly and swallowed the spicy wine, "Is it poisonous wine, or is it a fine wine that is as pungent as poisonous wine?"
"Almost." Tan Zao said inexplicably.
Tan Zao drank five glasses of spirits, but his eyes were still clear.
Ruan Fengzhang simply handed the whole altar to him, "I didn't expect you to drink so well."
Tan Zao laughed it off. He stepped on the stool, picked up the wine jar and drank, and squinted at Ruan Fengzhang, "I'll take a sip, you have a sip."
Ruan Fengzhang smiled bitterly and said, "How dare you give up your life to accompany the gentleman."
Ruan Fengzhang's drinking speed was not as fast as Tan Zao's. After Tan Zao drank a whole jar of Bibo wine, Ruan Fengzhang drank a few pots and was already half-drunk.
Tan Zao put down the empty wine jar and suddenly sighed.
Ruan Fengzhang is forcing the last bit of clarity, he said quietly: "Drinking too quickly can easily get drunk."
Tan Zao: "I am melancholy."
Ruan Fengzhang: "There is no one who can drink together, no wonder you are so melancholy."
Tan Zao hugged the wine jar painfully, "I was born unknown... I can't ask for anything..."
Ruan Fengzhang was startled and pressed his shoulder, "Xiao Tan."
Tan Zao looked up at him, his eyes full of pain, "But why is it me who came back from the dead?"
Ruan Fengzhang felt a chill in his heart, only to feel that the pain seemed to be added to himself. He looked into Tan Zao's eyes and wished he could replace him. He was fortunate that Guo Ling sent Tan Zao back, but he never thought that Tan Zao didn't even want to live.
Tan Zao is also drunk.
Ruan Fengzhang fell down beside Tan Zao and comforted him, "You are by no means an ominous person."
Tan Zao lay on the wine jar and said nothing.
Ruan Fengzhang looked at him for a while, then took out the kit that he was carrying on his body and put it in his hands.
Tan Zao turned his head very slowly, holding the kit in his hand, looking confused, "What is this?"
"I hope you can control your own destiny." Ruan Fengzhang held his cold hand and put a kiss on his lips. gd1806102
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