Xu Sheng Qun's Life Countdown
Zhen Hua imperceptibly glanced at Xu Sheng Qun, his pupils shaking violently as he inwardly cried, Brother Xu's loyalty is unmatched. For all humanity, he is willing to die!
He refused to believe that, after Xu Sheng Qun's utterly suicidal remarks, Di Tian and Zi Ji would show no reaction at all.
"Pop~"
He opened the wine jar's seal and, full of respect, poured Xu Sheng Qun a brimming cup.
A faint fragrance drifted from the wine. It was exceptionally unusual, somewhat like sandalwood and somewhat like Jialan incense.
It was amber in color, yet deeper than ordinary amber—so deep it was almost black.
After Zhen Hua had filled the cups of everyone present, Xu Sheng Qun raised his own cup in a toast to them all.
This self-proclaimed wine connoisseur seemed to have completely taken himself for the host of the gathering.
"Come, come, please, please!"
"Drain this cup!"
After heartily downing a cup of Dragon Blood Wine, he unconsciously kept exhaling.
"Ah~"
Perhaps he had drunk too quickly, or perhaps it was because he had downed a full cup without using Soul Power to neutralize it. Even with his cultivation as a Super Douluo, he felt a surge of heat rush to his head, followed by a line of fire flowing straight down into his lower abdomen.
Every pore across his body seemed to fly open in an instant. Two flushed patches immediately rose on his resolute cheeks, and his vision blurred.
The potent liquor made him eagerly reach for the dishes on the table.
Yet the snacks meant to accompany the wine did not satisfy him, and Xu Sheng Qun began to comment on them.
"What a pity, what a pity. We have Dragon Blood Wine to drink, but no dragon meat