Bug Master In Doomsday

The intoxicating aroma of wine in the eyes of these alcoholic strangers seemed to smell the faint fragrance of the most beautiful girl in the clan, and it was only a moment that I was deeply intoxicated!

Wang Mang took out a stack of paper cups from Panlong Ring and placed them directly on the table, raising the wine jar to pour out an amber liquor.

Suddenly, an intoxicating scent of wine was overflowing, and even the Qinghuang people squinted their eyes when they smelled the scent of wine.

The jar is not big, there are twenty paper cups on the table, each cup is only half full, but even so, the many Daozhi people gathered around the stone table stared at the paper cups and swallowed continuously.

It’s worth a sip of these 20-year-old celestial brews, let alone a glass!

"Patriarch Qinghuang, coming to drink this wine is a testimony to my friendship with the Daozhi clan!"

Wang Mang smiled and picked up two glasses of wine, one in his hand, and one to the patriarch Qinghuang.

The four jet-black eyes of the Qinghuang tribe looked at the fragrant cup of fruit stuffed in front of them, even the patriarch’s reservedness and demeanor were forgotten to one side, holding them in both hands, and cherished the wine glass.

"Friends, let's drink this glass together!" Qinghuang held the glass and solemnly touched Wang Mang.

Wang Mang also smiled brilliantly. Holding the wine glass, pouring into the mouth with his head up,

Just after the entrance, a wonderful taste like Qingli Mountain Spring shocked every place on Wang Mang’s tongue, and another product, a spicy taste like a burning fire came from his throat.

After swallowing a little, the delicate warmth like spring breeze comforted the esophagus and went straight to the stomach!

"Hey!" Wang Mang took a sip, not willing to swallow most of the cup of fruit stuffed in his mouth.

With this mouthful, Wang Mang felt that his soul was fluttering and ecstatic, and his body was warm. The liquor in his stomach quickly turned into a burst of abundant and gentle energy to nourish every organ in his body!

"Good wine!" Patriarch Qinghuang put down the wine glass in his hand and roared heroically. He just wanted to pat the table, but he was afraid of spilling the liquor, so he slapped him on his lap.

"Friend Wang Mang, I have lived in Qinghuang for forty-eight years, and I have never drunk such a good wine. If you can taste this wine today, you are the brother of our swordsman clan!"

Patriarch Qinghuang spit out a sigh of alcohol, smiled heartily, patted Wang Mang's shoulder vigorously, and kept muttering how good the wine was in Wang Mang's ear!

Wang Mang stroked Fu Qinghuang's back, smiled and picked up his wine glass, "Brother Qinghuang, drink again! Don't say you are drunk!"

Qinghuang's cheeks were a little red, squinting his drunk eyes, leaning on Wang Mang, and shook his head drunkenly.

"No! No, if I drank it all in one breath, what would I drink in the future? Compared with your Ziguoyang, Brother Mang, I used to drink horse urine!"

"Brother Qinghuang, you can't drink enough, you got drunk so soon?!" Wang Mang shook his head funny looking at the already dizzy Qinghuang tribe.

Because of the amazing effect of Xu Shizi’s fruit noodles, the patriarch Qinghuang just took a sip, and it’s on his head. Even the green cheeks are full of drunken ruddy.

Seeing this, Wang Mang waved his hand brazenly at the many Daozhi tribesmen gathered around him, "Everyone, don't be stunned, drink, is it not good to drink?"

Everyone shook their heads quickly, looking at the wine on the stone table, their eyes were full of emotions, but they looked at the drunken patriarch of Qinghuang with some hesitation.