Can I Have a Sip?

"La la la, as expected, my brewed wine is the best."

Wuma Xiu tilted his head back and took a big gulp of wine, the liquid sliding down his chin. He casually wiped it with his sleeve, revealing two faint blushes on his cheeks, whether from drunkenness or joy, it was hard to tell.

The wine I drank before Li Clan tasted really strange.

Wuma Xiu had just taken a sip, the liquid rolling around on his tongue, when he spat it out with a "pui pui pui" sound.

So he rinsed his mouth with his own fine wine.

Ordinary rice wine becomes an extraordinary delicacy after a hundred years or so.

But this wine of his had been brewing for hundreds of thousands of years.

Wuma Xiu patted his round Wine Gourd, rubbed it against his slightly flushed face, and squinted his eyes contentedly.

"It tastes so good!"

As he spoke, he skipped and hopped forward, looking around curiously, his nose twitching slightly every now and then.

Wuma Xiu hung the Wine Gourd on his waist, and the tassels on it swayed merrily.

[Host, can you manage operating three accounts simultaneously?]

The system's voice carried genuine concern.

Although its host is no ordinary person.

However, it still felt that it was too much of a strain to control the identities of three Gods simultaneously with a mortal body.

The system had heard of a tragic precedent.

A host who was also bound to a clone system was controlling multiple clones at the same time, but unfortunately, he was only a mortal and his Psychic Power could not withstand such a huge consumption.

He eventually suffered a mental breakdown.

He's still acting crazy, and the system uses him as a negative example, repeatedly hurling insults at him in training sessions.

[If you feel tired, you can let either the Moon God or the Goddess of Beauty fall asleep first.]

The system cautiously suggested that it be ready to take over with one click at any time.

However, there's a high chance this feature will be detected by people close to the alias.

The system doesn't usually use this function.

"I'm fine, you don't need to worry."

Wuma Xiu took another swig of wine.

As the God of Wine, his resistance to alcohol was extremely low.

I want to drink as soon as I see alcohol, and I can't resist the aroma of it.

Fortunately, his current body is that of a genuine Gods, so he won't actually get sick from drinking so much; otherwise, given his drinking habits...

Forget about becoming God of Wine; he'll become an alcoholic sooner or later.

[Host, please let me know if you feel any discomfort.]

The system has now staked everything on its host.

Whether it can advance from a small system to a powerful one depends entirely on this ancestor safely playing one disguise after another.

Wuma Xiu responded casually, thinking to himself, what problem could possibly arise? From the Moon God to the Goddess of Beauty and then to the God of Wine, he not only didn't feel tired, but actually felt more and more comfortable.

The Deity Statue it's soaking in warm water, feeling cozy and relaxed; there's no such thing as a mental breakdown.

[Oh, right, host, there's one more thing you should pay attention to.]

[God of Wine has many friends, so you must never go out of character in front of them.]

How many friends did God of Wine have?

There are so many that the system has yet to compile a complete list.

This number is roughly equivalent to the number of suitors of the Goddess of Beauty.

What's even more intriguing is that many of God of Wine's friends were also pursuers of Goddess of Beauty.

Unable to win the heart of the Goddess of Beauty, these suitors turned to the God of Wine to drink and complain, weeping and wailing.

God of Wine listened and drank at the same time, then patted the other person on the shoulder and said, "Try harder next time."

Then he turned around and went to drink with the Goddess of Beauty again.

--How tragic, those gods are truly pitiful.

The system thought.

The air here is filled with the aroma of wine.

It has the richness of fermented malt, the crispness of distilled grapes, the sweetness of brewed mead, and some unknown fruit and flower wine mixed in the wind...

These tiny strands seeped into Wuma Xiu's nose.

This is Wine Star.

As its name suggests, it is a planet dedicated to brewing wine.

The wines on Wine Star are almost all handmade, so they still retain their traditional style.

A Brewing Artisan carrying a wine barrel thicker than himself passed by and paused in surprise when he saw the young man.

The other person was wearing a loose-fitting light green Robe, the hem of which was a little short, revealing their ankles and a section of their Shengsheng calves.

He had a Wine Gourd hanging from his waist.

The words "One More Flask pot" were crookedly carved on the gourd.

He had a round face, still with a bit of baby fat, and two rosy blushes on his cheeks, flushed from the alcohol, like the rouge on the tip of a ripe peach.

Those eyes were big, round, and bright, looking at everything with a mixture of intoxication and curiosity.

The tip of his nose was slightly upturned, and it would twitch gently from time to time.

Her hair was a fluffy, soft chestnut color.

Her wispy hair stood on end, sticking out in all directions, as if she had just woken up and hadn't had time to comb it, or as if it had been poked and bristled.

Wuma Xiu waved at the Brewing Artisan, his eyes curving into two crescent moons:

"Your homemade wine is quite good! Can I try some?"

This is a compliment from the god of God of Wine; feel honored to offer him some fine wine.

Wuma Xiu was getting impatient.

His round eyes were fixed on the wine barrel on the other person's body, his nose twitching slightly as he inhaled the rich aroma emanating from the barrel's cracks.

They even unconsciously tiptoed.

For the first time, the Brewing Artisan felt an overwhelming sense of goodwill towards a strange young man, finding the boy utterly likable.

His adorable appearance was just like his little kitten clinging to the wine jar and refusing to let go.

On Wine Star, even the cats love to drink.

I feel unwell if I don't drink a couple of sips regularly.

If he doesn't have a drink, he'll always run around, meowing and rubbing against the barrels and jars of wine. He'll even use his furry head to pry open the wooden door of the cellar and sneak in, only stopping when he's drunk to the point of sprawling on the ground with his belly up.

The Brewing Artisan unconsciously put down the barrel of wine he was carrying on his shoulder.

"Young man, are you alone?"

He glanced around behind Wuma Xiu, making sure there was no one else there besides the two of them, and then his brows furrowed.

Although the little guy's clothes didn't reveal his origins.

But look at her delicate skin and the way she confidently asks strangers for drinks.

She was clearly spoiled from a young age.

"Yes, me alone."

Wuma Xiu nodded, the tuft of hair sticking out on the top of his head swaying slightly.

The Brewing Artisan reminded him:

"This area has been rather unsafe lately; it's far too dangerous for you to be out alone, young man."

Wuma Xiu didn't even listen to those words.

Things aren't peaceful?

Anyone who dares to mess with him is truly in deep trouble.

He blinked, steer the conversation back on track, and tilted his head, saying:

"I understand, thank you. But could I have a sip?"

The Brewing Artisan shook his head, refusing without hesitation:

"Can't."

Wuma Xiu was stunned after being rejected, and looked down at the round Wine Gourd at his waist.

He raised his head again, held the gourd to his chest, and shook it.

"We can trade. I won't take advantage of you for nothing."

Wuma Xiu looked up, his tone extremely serious.

If the other party agrees, that would be incredibly lucky.

God of Wine's wine is not something just anyone can drink.

For ordinary people, a sip of this drink not only strengthens the body but also prolongs life.

It works better than any magic pill.