The highest reward in the universe

Chongquan only drank the first eight glasses of wine. As for the tequila that was soaked in the Kui Lily wine glass at the end, he poured all the tequila on Fengzhu's pale and slender wrist.

The tequila that had just been taken off the wine rack seemed to still have a bit of biting icy aftertaste. Fengzhu, who was thinking about the true meaning of those flowers, suddenly felt the temperature, and subconsciously trembled his fingertips.

But in the next second, Feng Zhu forcibly suppressed his overly vigilant nerves, and at the same time, he also suppressed the reflexive attack on Chongquan - after all, the other party just poured a glass of wine to heal his wounds.

Although the wine was not directly poured on the wound, the wound Feng Zhu suffered when taking his heart blood before had healed completely.

——Because the divine power in this glass of wine is really too surging.

It was so surging that it was completely inconsistent with Dionysus's usual attitude of doing everything appropriately and with ease.

This kind of unscrupulous use of divine power is more like the unscrupulous god of death.

"Am I that similar to Death?"

"Seeing you in front of my eyes... always thinking of that guy Yehuang?"

Perhaps it was because Fengzhu's guarded appearance touched a certain nerve in Chongquan just now, or because Fengzhu's expression was too obvious when he looked at the liquor, this Dionysus who never mentioned Yehuang very much sneered After asking the above passage.

As the three main gods, people in the various universes often compare the three with each other.

Some people say that their ferocious temperaments are too similar, while others think that the characters of Dionysus and Mad God are two extremes, and Ye Huang happens to have both, but they are slightly different.

Prior to this, Chongquan never cared about other people's opinions.

Because he doesn't need anyone to judge him, and no one is qualified to judge him.

However, Feng Zhu's behavior of repeatedly recalling Ye Huang by his side made him feel a little restless.

Chong Quan casually looked down at the light blue blood vessels under Feng Zhu's wrist.

Fengzhu's wrist is so fragile that he can easily break it without even using force.

Human beings and gods have never been just a difference in appellation. The completely different physical qualities are the most difficult gap between the two.

Such a wind candle is more suitable for staying in a gorgeous cage decorated with pure gold and decorated with gems than standing beside Death God and Dong Wang.

Although the bones and blood brought by the first two made him even more thrilling, they were too reckless after all.

Fengzhu probably sensed the more and more sinister atmosphere in the hall, and after he glanced at the nine empty wine glasses on the table again, he simply gave up his plan to find out all the intentions of Dionysus.

Because there are really too many flower language of these flowers.

Ten universes are different from the earth.There are so many races and so many intelligent creatures in the universe, and the flower language they add to all kinds of flowers is so messy.

Up to now, basically every flower has more than five kinds of flower language.

Considering that five to the ninth power represents nearly 200 million permutations, no matter how patient Fengzhu is, he doesn't have the time to think about it carefully.

In the end, he only started with the first, fifth, and ninth wine glasses, and used these three kinds of flowers to barely guess the intention of Dionysus.

There are about 125 combinations of these three types of flowers. Fengzhu recalled the plant encyclopedias and various related introductions he had read, and then determined the most likely combination among them.

Blue iris means dissociation, black mandala represents death, sunflower lily symbolizes victory, honor and wealth.

The meaning of their connection is--I know that you are displaced, and I also know that you are the weakness of the god of death.As long as you don't even think about escaping, and bring victory to me in the game with the god of death, I will give you corresponding wealth and honor.

Hmm...it should be like this, right?

Thinking of this, Fengzhu raised his eyes to look at Chongquan who was playing with the Sunflower Lily wine glass just now.He did not answer the question of whether the God of Dionysus and the God of Death are similar, which does not have a correct answer. Instead, he said another completely unrelated sentence according to his understanding of the language of flowers:

"I won't go."

The God of Dionysus suddenly paused when he heard that he was playing with the wine glass.

He suddenly raised his eyelids and glanced at Feng Zhu, those dark golden pupils contained indescribable complexity and obscurity.

At this moment, Chongquan even wondered if he had poured too much divine power into the wine before, otherwise why the stamina of those few glasses of wine would be so strong that he was so restless and had a splitting headache.

The phrase "I won't go" echoed in Chongquan's mind like a nightmare.

At that moment, he seemed to be immersed in a strange state, and a large number of hazy images suddenly flashed in his rather muddled mind, like a dead seat, like warm fireworks, like a mix of cold voices. Looking at the smoke of the explosion.

So much so that he didn't even pay attention to the second half of Fengzhu's sentence "but the premise of this matter is that there is no force majeure".

Alcohol can easily corrode people's sanity.

And Chongquan has been used to drunkenness and dreams for many years, and has always longed for a kind of unrestrained freedom that is rare in the world, so he has not experienced this kind of half-truth and half-false illusion after drinking too much.

In fact, even other intelligent creatures will often have a feeling of deja vu to a certain sentence or a certain thing.

Regarding this phenomenon, medical scientists, philosophers, and psychologists in all major universes have introduced endless terms and explanations.

However, in the final analysis, this is just a subconscious illusion.

But this time it seems to be different.

Chongquan, who is used to watching everything with a cold eye, rarely feels almost sour because of these chaotic pictures.

He seemed to have been waiting for this sentence for too long.

However, this sourness was only fleeting after all, and the hazy pictures before it all quickly faded in his memory.

In the end, all that remained was the joy that he had understood his intentions for Fengzhu.

——He finally accepted the third olive branch he threw out.

Fengzhu resigned from the God of Reaper without warning, and he used the explosion as the curtain call for the Eastern Region without looking back. Neither the God of Reaper nor the Eastern King stopped him in his footsteps.

The so-called death bird, the so-called hanging sword, was poured into the wine glass at his fingertips in the end.

Feng Zhu didn't know what Dionysus was thinking, nor did he know that his own understanding was completely different from Dionysus' true intentions.

Because Chongquan was too good at understanding human speech, this unspeakable misunderstanding was easily uncovered.

So sometimes thinking too much is not always a good thing.

"Is there a missing glass in this set?"

Feng Zhu's casual question did not get an answer unexpectedly.

After a while, Chongquan said in a low and hoarse voice with some meaning: "Originally there were ten."

Does that mean there are only nine now?

Feng Zhu is not very interested in how many wine glasses there are in this set.His question was nothing more than a distraction from the dangerous topic just now, and his own curiosity was nothing more than incidental.

Since Chongquan didn't want to say more, he naturally wouldn't ask any more questions without winking.

After Fengzhu cleaned up the scattered wine bottles on the bar, he slightly raised his eyes and glanced at Chongquan who was sitting in front of the bar.

Chongquan seemed to have sensed what Feng Zhu wanted to say.He casually turned the wine glass and pointed it at the direction of the side hall, answering Feng Zhu's doubts about the next residence.

Seeing this, Feng Zhu walked out of the Dionysus' bedroom and went to the side hall next door.

Fengzhu has experienced this kind of living in the side hall of difficult people three times in a row - from the God of Death to the Eastern King to the God of Dionysus, and I don't know what their faults are, they really deal with certain things in exactly the same way.

For example, always arrange him in the side hall.

To be honest, this is really a very nerve-testing position.

While Fengzhu had to endure the irritability brought about by the semi-enclosed environment, he also had to think about whether the next door would suddenly go crazy and kill him—in fact, he never dared to look too high on the bottom line of madmen.

Even if this possibility is so small, Fengzhu will still think about it subconsciously.

So when he was in the Temple of Death, he often passed the long night looking at the sea of ​​flowers, but in the East Palace, he stayed up all night except for closing his eyes and resting his mind.

However, compared with the first two, the side hall of Dionysus is completely luxurious.

Even though the tone of the side hall tends to be lonely, and even though the inside of the hall tends to have a drowsy and indifferent atmosphere, Fengzhu's first impression of the whole side hall is that the high bed is soft and the pillow is luxurious.

Because all the decorations in the temple are completely beyond ordinary people's perception of luxury.

Back then, when Feng Zhu was trying to claim the title of [Big Player], he had learned about having fun with Dionysus—after all, there is no existence in this universe that is more enjoyable than Chongquan.

And his eyesight was trained at that time, so that the moment he saw this side hall, he kept refreshing the approximate prices of various objects in his mind.

After looking around for a while, Feng Zhu found that the balance of more than 1700 billion in his card might not even be enough to decorate such a side hall.

Because some things in the room cannot be measured by money at all—for example, the material used for the French windows of the palace is the scientific and technological achievement of the fourth universe, and it can withstand the full blow of the first-level gods of the first universe by visual inspection.

For a moment, Fengzhu even wanted to complain about how busy Dionysus Chongquan was to arrange such an ordinary side hall in such a luxurious appearance.

If he hadn't known that Dionysus was so arrogant that he had a heart of stone, he couldn't help suspecting that this guy set up such a side hall to hide his beauty in a golden house.

No, it's not so much a golden house, maybe it's more like trying to trap the other party into a caged bird?

In a sense, this kind of possessiveness is really not something mortals can afford.

On the other side, the god of wine in the main hall is still playing with the sunflower lily wine glass in his hand.

He didn't lie to Fengzhu.

There were actually ten glasses in the set.In fact, even now, it still has ten.

It's just that he didn't take out the tenth wine glass.

After a long time, Chongquan's wrist finally moved slightly.In the next second, a brand new wine glass suddenly appeared on the dark bar.

And on the wall of this wine glass, the lifelike agave is engraved.

The author has something to say: the language of flowers mentioned in this chapter is still from the Internet.And the flower language of agave is to give everything for love, little angels experience 23333 by themselves.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't understand it, anyway, it will be explained in detail later.