The White Horse Raids the Three Kingdoms

"Are you kidding me? Or are you going to use this jug of wine to explode the wounds on my body from the inside out?"

Out of helplessness, Gao Zhi's tone sounded a little dissatisfied.

"Your pot...is medicinal wine." Lu Bu replied flatly.

"Medicine..." Gao Zhi didn't hold back his breath.

Could it be that medicinal wine is not wine?

He really had never heard of anyone who dared to drink after being seriously injured.

what?

Guan Yu?

Xiahou Dun?

Well, don't compare Guan Yu and Xiahou Dun's type of perverts with him.

A person who scrapes his bones and heals his wounds does not change his face, and a parent whose blood cannot be discarded. They are all ruthless characters, social people, social people!

Can't be bothered, can't be bothered.

"You can drink as soon as you are told, where are there so many endless words?" Seemingly seeing Gao Zhi's full stomach of rumors, Lu Bu rolled his eyes and urged.

"Drink as soon as you drink, why lose your temper?" Gao Zhi pursed his lips, muttered twice, pulled the spout of the pot, and sniffed.

Hmm~ it doesn't smell bad.

It really didn't smell bad, and it was even different from the medicinal wine and traditional Chinese medicine in Gao Zhi's impression. The taste of this pot of wine was very fragrant!

"Hurry up and drink, don't make me regret it!" Lu Bu's "roar" came again, and it sounded like there was still a little... pain in the flesh?

Ok?

This attitude?

Maybe...a good thing?

Gao Zhi leaned his head closer again, and after smelling the fragrance emanating from it, he finally couldn't help but subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

Md, something so fragrant must not be a wine with too much concentration. Besides, with the wine of this era, it doesn't hurt to drink it.

He licked his lips, comforted himself as if he was "paralyzed" in his heart, and then took decisive action.

Raising his hand slightly, he took a small sip, and the juice slid down his throat into his abdomen, and a warm current rose from his abdomen and quickly spread throughout his body.

Gao Zhi felt that the pores all over his body opened in an instant, and the refreshing feeling made his body tremble uncontrollably.

"Huh~ Cool!" The uncontrollable admiration blurted out from Gao Zhi's mouth.

"Nonsense, you think this thing is easy to make! Okay, you have already taken a sip, cover the pot, and drink the rest later. Now, drink with me!" Lu Bu rolled his eyes angrily, Another flagon was thrown.

"Do you still want to drink?" Gao Zhi's face turned bitter, and he secretly galloped ten thousand grass mud horses.

"Otherwise, do you think I would be so kind to give you the medicinal wine?" Lu Bu rolled his eyes again, "Don't make excuses, after drinking the medicinal wine, you can drink properly!"

"...OK." Gao Zhi silently felt the comfortable feeling in his lower body, speechless and could only nod his head in agreement.

Glancing at Lu Bu, Gao Zhi squatted down, grinned at the same time, and said, "Well, although kneeling is the etiquette, I'm not used to it...hehe."

Lu Bu looked at Gao Zhi's posture like a squatting toad, and was also amused. He shook his head and said, "I'm just a rough man. Why are you talking about etiquette in front of me? You're making yourself uncomfortable?"

"Hahahahaha, come on, let's drink!!"

"Clap clap clap!!"

Lu Bu got up, pulled Gao Zhi to sit down casually, and slapped Gao Zhi's shoulder with a huge slap, and the sound of slapping echoed in the not-so-large hall.

"Ugh!" Gao Zhi rolled his eyes, scolding Lu Bu in his heart.

This guy has no slowness at all, the straight shot Gao Zhi has veins twitching violently on his forehead, and he looks like he is about to vomit three liters of blood.

However, let alone the trouble, the relationship between the two has eased a lot after this.

At least, in the eyes of Gao Zhi at this time, Lu Bu was not the ruthless, ungrateful, and treacherous slave of the three surnames described in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

On the contrary, after some communication, Gao Zhi felt that he looked like a relatively solid-eyed type of person.

In today's language, this kind of person is a bit like a nomad on the grassland in terms of interpersonal communication.

It belongs to the kind of time when you are kind to you, that is, you are sincerely kind to you, and you will never be a little bit stingy.

Of course, this kind of person can't hold a little bit of sand in his eyes. If he finds out that you have lied to him, then how good he was to you before will become how much he hates you...

This kind of person, not to mention good or bad personality, at least, will not make people feel disgusted so easily.

He was not polite, according to the custom of later generations at banquets, Gao Zhi naturally raised a glass of wine to toast Lu Bu, and then gulped down.

Anyway, the wine of the Han Dynasty, no matter how it is, has a very low alcohol content, just like the fruit juice mixed with alcohol in later generations, and at most it contains some impurities that cannot be filtered clean.

When Lu Bu saw it, his appetite was immediately whetted, he laughed, and also poured the wine jue into his mouth.

He frowned, not because he disliked the bad wine, but because he disliked that the wine jug was too small, and he didn't feel the slightest feeling after one jug, so he repeatedly asked his servants to remove the wine jug and replace it with a wine bowl.

Lu Bu took a bowl of barbecued meat and poured it into his mouth with a thud, without the slightest twitch of a literati, looking full of pride.

However, although the two of them were drinking, they obviously had something on their minds, so they both ate and drank at odd intervals.

Therefore, halfway through the wine tour, Gao Zhi still couldn't help asking the question he wanted to know the most.

"That... About Dong Zhuo, how sure are you?"

"...No!"

"And me?"

"no!"

Lu Bu looked at Gao Zhi with complicated eyes, and said decisively, at the end, after thinking about it carefully, he opened his mouth to explain, "At least, I don't have that ability for the time being."

"In terms of killing intent, I want to kill Dong Zhuo more than you, but I can't do it now."

While speaking, Lu Bu's black hole-like eyes shot out bursts of cold light from time to time, and that kind of invisible murderous aura filled the hall.

Lu Bu was depressed again, drank a glass of wine silently, and said in a deep voice, "It's not easy to kill Dong Zhuo, we only have two chances!"

"Right now, I don't have the slightest grasp."