Fantasy: I, Invincible Start From The Prodigal!

Inside the hotel room.

"You want the Heavenly Dao order in my hand?"

"Boy, don't say I look down on you, can you afford it?"

The bald man looked at Ye Feng and asked with more interest.

"You like drinking a lot?"

Um?

Instead of answering his own question, he asked such a question, which made the bald man look stunned.

"I am a monk of wine and meat. The meat and wine have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha's heart will remain!"

"You said I like to drink or not?"

The bald man grinned and answered Ye Feng in the form of a rhetorical question.

"I have wine, do you have a story?"

With that said, Ye Feng took out a pot of Wancaoqiong slurry and put it on the table, then took out two wine glasses and filled them directly with wine.

Ding Ding Deng!

However, when the bald man smelled the aroma of the wine, he took a few steps backwards in horror, pointed at Ye Feng and said, "You, do you want to harm me?"

What the fuck?

This big bald head actually knows the goods?

Seeing the bald man's reaction, Ye Feng was also surprised!

Originally, he thought about throwing a few pots of fine wine to stimulate the other party, and it was definitely impossible for the other party to drink.

"You know this wine?"

Ye Feng looked at the bald man and asked in surprise.

"Wancaoqiong slurry!"

"This wine is terrible in Heavenly Dao!"

"I don't know how many alcoholics quit drinking because of it!"

Looking at Ye Feng, who seemed to know nothing, the bald-headed man put down a little bit of vigilance and explained it aloud.

"Have you ever had this drink?"

Suddenly thinking of something, the bald man looked at Ye Feng and asked curiously.

"Drinked."

Why!

Hearing Ye Feng's answer, the bald man also sighed, then looked at Ye Feng and said, "Crap, your kid is considered a waste, and you are considered to have no relationship with wine in this life."

"Although this Wancaoqiong slurry is extremely mellow, it has a terrible consequence, that is, after drinking this wine, other wines will be tasteless in the future, and my mind will be full of this wine!"

"However, this consequence is not irreversible. Depending on the year in which the Wancaoqiong slurry is dusted, the duration of this effect varies, and it is not permanent."

Oh!

Hearing this, Ye Feng showed a hint of surprise, because he really didn't know about this situation. There was no such information in the system's introduction to this Wancaoqiong slurry, but he just said that he would become addicted to alcohol after drinking it He didn't know that this effect was time-limited.

"System, is what this monk said true or false?"

In order to confirm this situation, Ye Feng also directly asked the system.

"Ding! What the other party said is true. The duration of this after-drinking effect is one-tenth of the dust-covered year. Taking one pot as the standard, every time you drink another pot, the after-drinking effect will increase by one-tenth of the dust-covered year. one!"

one tenth?

In other words, after drinking his ten thousand years of the Myriad Grass Qiong slurry, as long as he can survive for a thousand years, he will be fine?

But if you drink ten pots directly, you have to endure it for 10,000 years, and if you drink a hundred pots, you have to endure for 100,000 years!

"By the way, how old is your Wancaoqiong slurry?"

The bald man suddenly thought of something at this moment, looked at Ye Feng and asked curiously.

"Ten... No, one..."

Before Ye Feng could finish speaking, the bald man's eyes suddenly lit up, he picked up the glass full of wine on the table and drank it!

After drinking it, a look of extreme enjoyment appeared on his face instantly.

"No wonder so many drunkards in Heavenly Dao City know the horror of this wine, but they still want to drink it desperately!"

"I have been drinking wine for so many years, and I would like to call this wine the strongest!"

Speaking of this, the bald man continued with a smile: "And this wine has only made me so obsessed with it for ten years, even a year of sin is worth it!"

What ten years?

I wanted to say 100,000 years, but I suddenly realized that I was wrong, and I was about to change my mind and say 10,000 years. Why are your hands so fast and your mouth so greedy?

"Little brother, this wine is very strange. It is based on a pot. Anyway, I will suffer for a year. Can you let me drink two more glasses?"

"Don't worry, my wine monk is not someone who takes advantage of others. Even if this Heavenly Dao order is exchanged for this wine, how about it?"

Looking at the whole pot of Wancaoqiong slurry on the table, the bald man hurriedly took out the Heavenly Dao order, and now he really wants to drink two more sips!

"Drink!"

At this point, Ye Feng also smiled helplessly, thinking about throwing a few pots to stimulate the other party, but whoever thought it would develop like this.

Gudong! Gudong!

After drinking two more cups, the wine monk looked at Ye Feng and asked, "By the way, what did you want to say?"

Thinking that he had interrupted Ye Feng before, Monk Jiu also asked curiously.

"That... I made a mistake earlier, the vintage of this wine doesn't start with ten."

Ye Feng looked at Monk Jiu with a weird look and explained.

? ? ?

Isn't the year beginning with ten?

The next one is actually the first year?

Thinking of this, the wine monk was inexplicably panicked!

"One year?"

Seeing Ye Feng shaking his head, Monk Jiu's face instantly turned ugly, and he continued to ask with difficulty: "Is that a hundred years old?"

Don't shake your head!

You are shaking my heart!

Seeing Ye Feng shaking his head again, Monk Jiu's mentality collapsed!

"A thousand years!"

"I actually drank the 1000-year-old Wancaoqiong slurry. I had to endure the pain and torture of a hundred years without alcohol. I cracked!"

Since it is not a hundred years old, the wine monk has already determined that it is a thousand-year-old wine. After all, the ten thousand-year-old Wancaoqiong slurry, even in the Spirit Hotel shop in Heavenly Dao City, is of the town level. And each Ling Hotel shop only has one pot as the wine of the town shop!

"That... In fact, the age of this wine is 10,000 years."

Ye Feng looked at the wine monk who was on the verge of collapse and reminded embarrassingly.

a thousand years?

hey-hey!

a thousand years!

Hahaha!

Hearing Ye Feng's words, the wine monk went mad. If there is no wine for a thousand years, it is tantamount to killing him!

ten minutes!

After laughing wildly for ten minutes, the wine monk gradually calmed down and said with a look of relief on his face: "Forget it, this is the end of the matter, then I will take this opportunity to quit the bar!"

Hearing the words of the wine monk, Ye Feng felt that he should do something to make up for it!

Peng! Peng! Peng!

With the pots of ten thousand years of Wancaoqiong slurry being taken out of the system space by Ye Feng and placed on the table, the wine monk is going crazy!

What are you doing!

What the hell are you doing!

I'm not really going to quit drinking, I'm just giving myself a psychological comfort. After a thousand years, Daddy is still a monk of wine and meat!

But what are you going to do now, a thousand years is not enough, is this just to prolong the effect of drinking for me to death?