If the devil is a transvestite

Chapter 245 A Night of Drunken Lights (Part [-])

The ladies laughed and went into the inner room, and when they reappeared, they were each carrying a bowl of water and wine, walking towards him gracefully in a row.The wine bowls filled with beer wine mixed with a hint of intoxicating mellow sweetness were stacked one by one on the high table in front of Milton.The ladies put down a bowl, and Milton picked up a bowl and drank it up, put another bowl, and drank another bowl... Milton drank a full eight bowls in one breath before stopping to rest and wipe himself off. Tears dripping from a handful of sake.

The wine bowls were placed in front of him one by one, and when Milton drank slowly, the bowls in front of him were squeezed side by side on the small table.When Milton saw that the ladies were so enthusiastic, the drinks were put in front of him as if they didn't need money, and he was puzzled, so he couldn't help but stop filling the wine, and only sipped a bowl of wine when he was served.

Suddenly there was a big hand on Milton's shoulder from behind, "I said, boy, why did you drink so delicately all of a sudden? Where did you go when you gulped down just now?"

Milton turned his head and saw that he was a burly man in a black vest, only slightly taller than him, but the huge muscles on the exposed arms were incomparable to Milton.Under the dim light of the wine shop, it was as if tung oil had been applied on his body, with clear texture and shining light.

Seeing that Milton just looked at him but didn't speak, the big man chatted with him familiarly, "I don't think you are new here, are you? Anyone who comes to Wilberg for a drink must come to this restaurant." , those who drink here don’t think of anything else, they just look at fate, you know fate? It’s the meaning that can’t be explained between people. The wine here doesn’t just come here for whatever you call it. , There is a word 'wine' on the wine list, and guests can drink whatever they order. What did you drink just now, let me hear it?"

"Like... sweet-scented osmanthus?" Milton picked up the wine bowl again and tasted it, spit out an answer with some uncertainty.

From nowhere, the big man pulled out a wine bowl as if conjuring, "Do you want to drink my green plum wine?"

In the old days, Milton would definitely refuse. Drinking alcohol of unknown origin might cause some trouble, and he is used to being peaceful and not fond of trouble.But tonight was different from the moment he started drinking, so he readily took the bowl from the big man's hand and drank it all in one gulp.

The wine was no more mellow than sweet-scented osmanthus, but it added twelve points of sourness. With the spiciness of the spirits, people couldn't help but choke up red clouds. Melton wiped his face carelessly, and said : "Good wine."

"I know you are a straightforward person who knows the goods." The big man smiled "hehe", "Shall we drink together?"

It was only when Milton responded that he realized that the way he drank just now was really "insignificant" compared with the big man.The big man held a wine bowl in each of his two broad palms, opened his mouth and poured it into his mouth "both left and right". His stomach was like a round wine jar, and it couldn't be filled no matter how full it was.Not only did he drink it by himself, but he also urged Milton to drink it together. Two people drinking is not as lonely as one person. Whoever drinks the fastest if you drink a bowl and I will drink a bowl, and soon you will drink a dozen bowls-but this wine The bowl is also delicate and compact, not the kind of large bowl for noodles.

During the period, Milton put down the wine bowl, he was worried that he would not be able to afford the cost if he drank like this.The big man waved his hand and told him not to worry about it.

(End of this chapter)