The ancient ambergris wine is a unique spiritual wine of the Nightmare Dragon clan. A brief taste has the fragrance of hundreds of fruits melting into the tongue, and a heavy drink has the intensity of the west wind burning the throat. If it is served in a luminous cup, the clear light of the sun and moon will shine in the cup.

, elegant and beautiful; from the category point of view, it can also be regarded as a medicinal wine, which has great benefits in healing injuries. A single jar is of great value, let alone thousands of jars.

If it weren't for the beneficial effects of this drink, Long Sanchui would never have made the injured Ning Fan drink thousands of jars of wine in one fell swoop. This drink was beneficial to the injured person. It was said to be punishment, but it was not a bad intention.

Considering Ning Fan's limited drinking capacity, Long Sanchui didn't really intend to let Ning Fan drink a thousand jars of ancient wine in one go. Firstly, he was afraid that Ning Fan would not be able to replenish his body, and secondly, he was afraid that Ning Fan would die of drunkenness.

Long Sanchui's original intention was that he, who had an invincible drinking capacity, would drink around 950 jars, but Ning Fan, who was not as good at drinking as himself, could only drink 50 jars. This was the limit of Ning Fan's drinking capacity that he estimated.

This limit was a deliberate arrangement he made based on Ning Fan's drunkenness last time. To some extent, he actually underestimated Ning Fan's drinking capacity.

However, Tu Huang's seemingly unintentional words made the heroic Long Sanchui almost choke to death on the spirit wine. Feeling depressed, he left the banquet behind and went into seclusion to rebuild his body. He was afraid that it would be too late to regenerate his left arm, which would

leaving sequelae.

As a result, the huge banquet and thousands of jars of ancient wine were all left for Ning Fan and his party to drink.

"The annoying old man is gone, Ning Fan, let's drink by ourselves! Today I want to prove to you that I'm serious and have a good drinking capacity! By the way, let's release your moon-buried little lover and drink together!" Tu Huang seemed to say

Wu Xin suggested.

Ning Fan was speechless, "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you killed the Nightmare Dragon? You were doing it to eliminate harm to the Nightmare Dragon Clan..."

"You didn't ask me, either?" Tu Huang smiled harmlessly, never admitting that he was deliberately teasing Long Sanchui.

As soon as Ning Fan entered the cave, Long Sanchui punched Ning Fan hundreds of times. Haha, her little butterfly's injuries were aggravated a lot. Shouldn't he be punished?

"Forget it, I'll apologize to Brother Long later..." Ning Fan was troubled by the sinister Tu Huang, and he was indescribably familiar with this kind of unpretentious Tu Huang.

When the Emperor Tu was acting evil, it gave him the feeling of being with a little witch again.

When Tu Huang was arrogant, he seemed to see Bei Xiaoman, the moon volleying in the sky.

When Tu Huang was protecting his son, he seemed to see Luo You who had been standing behind him.

When he slaughtered the emperor innocently, he seemed to see the paper crane again, Mu Weiliang.

Before, he only thought that the reason for his strange closeness and trust towards Tu Huang was because of his deep love for Sword Ancestor.

But now, I feel vaguely that it is not.

Finally, at Tu Huang's suggestion, Ning Fan opened a crack in the Xuanyin world, and summoned Burying Yue, Ouyang Nuan, and the Black Demon who were injured in the battle at the Holy Mountain to join the banquet.

I wanted to call out Wu Laoba, but Tu Huang directly threw two wine jars and threw Wu Laoba, who had just walked out of the crack in the Xuanyin world, back to the Xuanyin world with a thud, causing him to gnaw his shit.

When Wu Laoba was bullied, he subconsciously wanted to curse, but when he saw that the thing he was smashed with was actually two powerful ambergris wine jars, he was overjoyed and drooled. Ninety percent of his resentment disappeared on the spot; when he saw it again, he was smashed.

His person turned out to be the half-step quasi-saint Tu Huang, what a good guy... he immediately accepted it, and even the last trace of resentment dissipated, and instead he started to greet Tu Huang with his servile and fawning appearance.

"Good luck to the new mistress, Xiaoba thanks the new mistress for the reward!"

"No gifts. I don't like drinking with strange men. You, continue to stay in your master's world treasure space and drink by yourself! If it's not enough, I'll give you two more jars. Anyway, don't disturb us!" Tu Huang was so generous that he threw them to us again!

Two wine jars in Wulaoba.

Wu Laoba immediately returned to Xuanyin Realm with a smile on his face. He found a deserted place and drank some spiritual wine. Not long after, he died of drunkenness on the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

In his sleep, he did not blame Tu Huang for hitting him with a jar of wine. Instead, he regretted that Tu Huang did not smash a few more jars so that he could get more benefits. People are so despicable that no medicine can save him, and he is already terminally ill...

So Ning Fan was the only man left in the entire banquet. In addition, there were five women, Tu Huang, Zang Yue, Ouyang Nuan, Duo Lan, and Hei Mo.

The five ladies surrounded Ning Fan and tried to persuade him to drink, but of course they couldn't drink him down.

The ancient wine was too strong, and Ouyang Nuan and Duolan soon became drunk. They leaned on the table and talked drunkenly.

Then came the black devil. Although this little girl was an adult and had a cultivation level comparable to that of a quasi-emperor, she was too drunk and was soon knocked down.

In the end, even Zang Yue was drunk, half-dressed, sleeping soundly aside, but did not talk nonsense drunkenly. Although he was usually a little twitchy, he was the best when he was drunk.

The ones who were still drunk for a long time were Ning Fan and the unexpected Tu Huang.

I don't know when he got up, but Emperor Tu sat next to Ning Fan. The two sat side by side, not saying much, just drinking ancient wine.

There were gradually more empty wine jars beside them, but the two of them drank so much that no one fell down.

Ning Fan understood the essence of wine, which was extremely powerful. Part of the reason why he was drunk by Long Sanchui that day was because he wanted to get drunk. If he didn't want to get drunk, he could simply rely on hundreds of altars of million-year-old ancient wine.

If you don't defeat him,

What Ning Fan didn't expect was that Tu Huang, who drank just one drop of Fire Soul that day, had such a good drinking capacity. He drank hundreds of jars of ancient wine and didn't even get drunk...

This gave Ning Fan a new understanding of Tu Huang's drinking capacity. It turned out that her drinking capacity was really not bad. The reason why she was so drunk that day was really just because her strength was limited after entering the Fire Soul Tower...

"How about it! I'm not lying to you! My drinking capacity is really good!" Tu Huang's face was flushed, his beautiful eyes were so sparkling that water could drip from his eyes, and his red lips were glossy with wine. Under the light, he couldn't say anything.

of beauty.

"Well, you do have a good drinking capacity. I underestimated you in the past."

"Do you accept it or not?"

"Clothes."

"I said that I will find a chance to compete with you in drinking capacity in the future. Today is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Do you dare to compete with me in drinking, regardless of the consequences!"

"Your body is still weak..."

"Don't you dare? Or are you afraid that you will be eaten by me when you are drunk?" Tu Huang stretched out his hand and picked Ning Fan's chin, deliberately irritating him.

Ning Fan chuckled and shook his head, patted the Tu Huang's mischievous hand away, and did not answer. He just drank another jar of wine, and asked after drinking, "What are you hiding from me? I can feel your

There’s no malice in hiding it, but I’m still a little concerned and want to know more about it.”

"..." Tu Huang's beautiful eyes dimmed and he didn't answer. He just drank another jar of ancient wine.

If she doesn't want to answer questions, she won't answer them even if she dies. She will never tell Ning Fan about her dying matters or cause trouble to Ning Fan!

Ning Fan sighed, stopped asking, and said, "If you don't want to say it, it's probably because you have some difficulties. I won't embarrass you. If there is anything I can do to help, please tell me."

"You can't help me. There's no need to mention this matter again. All you need to do is have a good drink with me and get drunk with me!" Tu Huang said with a smile.

"good."

"You can't deliberately avoid being drunk!"

"…good."

"Happy! This is the little butterfly I like! Do it!"

"You drank from this altar, and the rouge mark is all there..."

"What are you afraid of! We have experienced life and death friendship together, why are we still avoiding this matter? Drink!"

Fifty altars, one hundred altars, two hundred altars...

There were more and more empty wine jars around, and gradually, Ning Fan, who did not force himself to stay awake, finally felt a little tipsy.

With his drunken eyes, he heard Tu Huang's question, "Little Butterfly, if you really want to find someone in the future, but can't find her again, then don't look for her...promise me..."

"Oh..." Ning Fan, who didn't understand, answered randomly in a hazy state.

"I hope you will not be alone in your future. I hope you will never open your eyes..."

"Open your eyes...what does it mean to open your eyes..." Ning Fan was really drunk.

"I really want to watch the moon rising over Huanggu Mountain with you, but I no longer have the chance..."

"Look...see...go now..."

"Idiot, I can't see it. The time is wrong, the location is wrong...and now in Huanggu Mountain, I'm afraid the morning moon has already been invisible."

"oh…"

"How about I perform a sword dance for you? I have never danced in this life, let alone used a sword, but...the closer I get to dissipation, the more I can figure out some things. I used to be a master of swordsmanship.

.Here, lend me a sword."

"Borrow a sword...what kind of sword...oh...borrow a sword...Nihai Sword...let me lend it to you..."

Ning Fan summoned the Nihai Sword and borrowed it from Tu Huang to use. He was lying on the wine table, drunkenly looking at a graceful figure floating out of the dust, walking down from the banquet, and dancing with the sword in the middle.

Very beautiful dance steps...

It seems that all the beautiful words in the world are not enough to describe the beauty in front of you...

It seemed that he had seen someone holding a sword and dancing for him like this a long time ago... and it seemed like it was just an illusion...

Slaughter Emperor…Sword Ancestor…Ji Qingling…

It's a person...

He is her little butterfly, taken away from the butterfly's hometown by her, and brought into the human world by her.

He found his origin, his true origin.

He felt that he had a greater understanding and understanding of reincarnation.

However, he was so drunk that his mind was confused and unable to understand many things, so he had to give up.

At some point, Tu Huang stopped dancing again.

At some point, a hot and delicate body crashed into his arms...

In the haze, Ning Fan saw Tu Huang's confused but sober eyes.
To be continued...