Douluo: Entering the Way with Wine

Between the reincarnation of heaven and earth, light breaks out at dawn.

Bibi Ming took Zhu Zhuqing and left from the west gate of Wuhun Palace, while Ghost Douluo and Ju Douluo were guarding him in the dark. Things continued to go wrong in the past, but this time there must be no mistakes.

Otherwise, they might really get cold this time.

Nothing but three.

Bibi Ming walked slowly in front, and Zhu Zhuqing followed him with a light sword in his arms, like a swordsman.

...........

A few days ago

The old man at the top of the Pope's Palace was sitting quietly in a temple above the nine heavens. At this time, a figure appeared in front of him.

There was a slightly drunk look on his face, and his eyes were a little blurry on the surface, but deep down they were bright and sober.

In her hand was a crystal clear blue crystal wine bottle with the word "Yun Zui" engraved on it.

The wine, which exudes a faint colorful halo, hits the bottle wall and splashes little waves.

This was made from a piece of crystal that had been immersed in the wine pool of the Dionysus inheritance land for thousands of years on the continent where she was born before she became a god.

No matter what level of wine it is, it will be more fragrant as long as it wakes up in it. No matter what level it is, even the bottle of wine that she spent tens of thousands of years brewing has been sealed inside for hundreds of years. This is the final step.

During that period of time, she didn't even drink much wine. Without Yun Zui's sobriety, she felt that the wine no longer tasted good.

What she pursues is the most mellow and intoxicating divine brew, a dreamy thing that she pursues but cannot obtain, something that does not exist in the world.

She looked at the old man in front of her and didn't seem to care much. She took a casual sip of the wine in her hand and said.

"God of Angels, do you have any special quirks that make you look like an old man?"

The slight complaint made the old man's eyes freeze for a moment, and the light on his body began to shine. The golden light became more intense, and his clothes and face also began to change.

after a few seconds.

The original old man disappeared, his long golden hair fell down to his waist, and the holy light shone in it. The wrinkles on his face disappeared, leaving him with a soft but serious face, a peerless appearance.

The slightly closed eyes slowly opened, and the golden light bloomed out, but it was restrained in the next second, and the golden eyes looked at the woman in front of him.

The clothes on his body turned into half armor and half skirt, which were sacred and inviolable.

"Yeah, it looks much better this way."

Seeing the God of Angels transformed into her original appearance, the Dionysus said it as a matter of course, but she felt vaguely bad in her heart.

The angel god didn't say anything about her rudeness, but spoke calmly.

"Bacchus, the wine you drank last time should be ranked second now."

But it was these light words that made the Dionysus freeze instantly, and the wine that was placed near her mouth dripped out because of her movements.

The pupils in Dionysian's eyes shrank to the extreme at that moment.

For a moment, the air in the Angel Temple solidified.

The God of Angels didn't say anything. He just looked at the motionless God of Wine in front of him. A few drops of the wine with a faint colorful light fell to the ground without anyone caring about it.

After a long time, the light in Dionysian's hand flashed, and the wine bottle disappeared. His eyes were full of excitement, and he was about to rush to her to ask, but the holy light blocked it out.

"Calm down first and I'll make a deal with you."

The faint voice once again made Dionysus gradually calm down. The confusion in his eyes had long since disappeared, and he looked at her with a serious expression.

"You said you found a wine that is more intoxicating than mine, so that proves..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped speechless.

The right hand of the God of Angels slowly opened, and a drop of transparent liquid floated quietly in the palm of his hand. A faint aroma of wine filled the air, although it was not that strong.

But the moment that drop of wine appeared, all the aroma of wine in the hall was absorbed by the faint mellow aroma.

The look in Dionysian's eyes instantly turned into one of fanaticism.

She couldn't see through this drop of wine. She couldn't tell anything. She couldn't tell anything about the brewing method, source, or materials. She only knew that this was wine.

"what do you want?"

The excitement in the words made her unable to calm down at all, and her eyes were fixed on the drop of wine in the hand of the God of Angels.

She was not surprised at all by Dionysian's reaction. She paused slightly and spoke.

"I want your throne."

A low voice echoed in this magnificent temple.