The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

"Brother Xianlan, today you are hosting the banquet, so you should be a witness today, Master Yanhua, what do you think?"

Wang Que held the wine jar and did not rush to drink.

Mo Yanhua smiled: "I have no objection, Brother Xianlan, you come to witness."

"Okay!" Han Xianlan stood up: "Since you all let me be a witness, I will give you a high level of strength. This jar of wine, ten minutes, do you have any objection?"

Mo Yanhua waved his hand: "Ten minutes? Brother Xianlan is underestimating me, half and half, drink this jar in five minutes, not a drop left!"

Saying this, Mo Yanhua looked at Wang Que, his eyes full of provocation.

Wang Que smiled: "Five minutes is five minutes. My wine is very strong. I will let Young Master Yanhua drink for half a minute."

"Do I need you to let me drink?" Mo Yanhua said with a hint of disdain: "Let's drink together. I won't bully you."

Wang Que no longer refused: "Then let's drink together. Please."

"Please." Mo Yanhua reached out and pulled down the wine seal.

As the wine seal was pulled down, the rich aroma of wine suddenly came to his face.

Mo Yanhua looked at the wine and his throat moved slightly: "What a fragrant wine. It's a bit of a waste to drink such a fragrant wine in three minutes."

He actually planned to drink this jar in three minutes!

"Young Master Yanhua, don't be so full of words. Please." Wang Que said, and raised the wine jar to pour it into his mouth.

"Humph." Seeing this, Mo Yanhua didn't hesitate and also raised the wine jar to pour wine into his mouth.

As the first sip of wine went into his throat, Mo Yanhua's eyes suddenly changed, and he put the jar down in just a moment.

Han Xianlan looked over with a smile, and saw Mo Yanhua pursed his lips tightly, his face flushed.

Han Xianlan said slowly: "Brother Yanhua, cough if you want to, cough a few times and you will feel better. My brother Wang Que's wine is indeed a bit strong."

Mo Yanhua didn't say anything, and looked at Wang Que who was drinking with a little fear.

After just a few breaths, Mo Yanhua raised the wine jar again with dissatisfaction.

This time he was mentally prepared, and he drank a little slower.

Han Xianlan said slowly: "No one is allowed to use spiritual power, I am watching, whoever uses it will lose."

Wang Que gulped like a cow, and although Mo Yanhua was also gulping, the gulping sound was much slower.

In less than a minute, Wang Que put down the wine jar in his hand. This jar was eight pounds, and he would not drink it all directly.

He only drank two pounds now.

After two pounds of white wine, Wang Que's face turned slightly red.

He did not continue drinking, but just looked at Mo Yanhua who was still drinking.

Mo Yanhua drank slowly, and he only drank about one catty in this minute.

At this moment, he raised his head and closed his eyes to drink. Another minute passed, and his face was also red.

Wang Que called for a stop: "Master Yanhua, wait."

Mo Yanhua opened his eyes and put down the wine jar and said in a deep voice: "What, are you going to admit defeat?"

Wang Que smiled and pointed at the dishes on the table: "Master Yanhua, do you want to eat something to fill your stomach?"

Mo Yanhua shook the wine jar in his hand: "No, there are still more than two minutes now. We should not be able to finish drinking. Then we will see who drinks more!"

Wang Que nodded: "Okay, Master Yanhua, continue."

Mo Yanhua snorted, raised the wine jar and gulped it again.

Wang Que was not in a hurry, raised the wine jar and drank slowly.

Soon, the stipulated five minutes were over.

Wang Que still had three catties left, while Mo Yanhua had three and a half catties left!

As Han Xianlan announced the result, Mo Yanhua's eyes showed obvious dissatisfaction. He thought that he had suffered from not drinking this kind of wine before, which made Wang Que win by chance.

But before he could speak, Wang Que had already said: "Brother Xianlan, Master Yanhua had never tasted this kind of wine before, so I took advantage of it."

"How about this, let's sit down and have some food and chat, and then we will drink slowly and see who gets drunk first, how about it?"

"Master Yanhua, what do you think?"

Mo Yanhua turned his head and said: "You are open-minded, worthy of being the one who can write "Jiangjinjiu".

Wang Que smiled: "Master Yanhua, sit down and talk."

"Okay." Mo Yanhua sat down again: "I listened to your poems before. Although I don't like those sour literati, I also admit that you Good writing skills."

"Master Yanhua, thank you for the compliment."

Mo Yanhua nodded and took a piece of food: "Master Wang Que is the second young master of the Wang family in Jinyang City, right?"

Wang Que smiled: "Master Yanhua has heard about me, so Master Yanhua naturally knows my identity very well."

Mo Yanhua looked at him lightly: "Then do you know that our Mo family has some grudges with your Wang family?"

"Of course I know something about this, but I don't know the specific reason."

"You dare to come to Zige City to observe our Mo family's "Three Turns of the Earth Bridge Sutra" without knowing it. Are you so confident that IThe Mo family will not touch you?"

Wang Que picked up the food and looked over: "Then Master Yanhua, tell me if you will touch me."

The two looked at each other, and after a few breaths, Mo Yanhua laughed: "Just chat casually, Master Wang Que, don't be nervous."

Wang Que took a sip of tea and then picked up the wine bowl: "I'm not nervous, I'm just a bold person, please, Master Yanhua."

Mo Yanhua picked up the wine: "Please."

After drinking a bowl of wine, Huang Xiaozhu hurried over to pour wine.

"I have to say that this wine is really good. Where did you buy it? Is it a specialty of your Jinyang City?"

"It's not a specialty now. I brewed it myself when I was free."

"Oh?" Mo Yanhua was a little surprised: "You are in the early stage of Yuandan, do you have time to brew wine besides practicing? "

Mo Yanhua himself was only in the early stage of Yuandan, but he was extremely diligent.

Wang Que smiled: "I like to have a couple of drinks when I have nothing to do. The wine on the market is not very palatable, so I have been thinking about it for a few years."

Mo Yanhua nodded slightly, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After a few more bowls of wine, Mo Yanhua's forehead also had a lot of sweat beads, his face became redder, but his mind was still clear.

In contrast, Wang Que's face was still slightly red, and he drank even more than Mo Yanhua.

Seeing this, Wang Que picked up the wine bowl again: "Brother Yanhua, let's go out to blow the wind and see the scenery after drinking this bowl. It's a bit hot in this room."

Mo Yanhua nodded without doubt: "Okay, it's a bit hot here."

After another bowl of wine, Wang Que stood up and handed it to Mo Lingqing.

Pulling his wife up, Wang Que stretched out his hand and invited: "Brother Yanhua, please. "

Mo Yanhua said, "Let's go down together."

Everyone walked out of the restaurant. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The restaurants and gardens around were bustling with people.

Walking by the lake, the night wind blew, and Wang Que held his breath and concentrated to suppress the drunkenness.

What do they say?

If you drink without blowing the wind, you will fall down!

Everyone walked and chatted. After half a quarter of an hour, Mo Yanhua was already talking nonsense.

Han Xianlan smiled and supported Mo Yanhua. Mo Yanhua was still mumbling something like continuing to drink.

Another half a quarter of an hour passed, and Mo Yanhua vomited wildly by the lake without any image.

At this time, Wang Que held Mo Lingqing's hand and smiled faintly at Mo Yanhua's followers: "Your young master is drunk. "

Mo Yanhua's followers looked grim, and none of them said a word.

It didn't matter that he vomited. Mo Yanhua's consciousness became more hazy, and his words became more irrelevant. Seeing that the situation was not good, the followers hurriedly snatched the young patriarch from Han Xianlan.

"Master, you are drunk, let's go home first."

"Drunk? What are you drunk about?" Mo Yanhua staggered: "I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. How can I get drunk with less than a jar of wine?"

"Wine, bring me wine, I can drink at least three more jars without getting drunk..."