Upon hearing this, how could Uncle Wu possibly tolerate it?
He reached out and grabbed the wine glass.
"Yes, that's right." Mo Jie's voice in my ear was like the voice of a devil.
After shaking the wine, Feng Liuliu looked worried. Indeed, he hadn't seen Uncle Wu drink much.
After he finished, he quickly left the battlefield and returned to his original spot.
"Liu Liu, can Uncle Wu drink alcohol?" Liang Qiqi, also looking puzzled.
"I don't know, let me ask the Young Master."
Feng Liuliu took out her phone and sent a message.
[ Young Master, can Uncle Wu drink alcohol?]
Jiang Junyi quickly replied to the message.
[Well...]
We're doomed.
Feng Liuliu understood that Uncle Wu seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
Uncle Wu is almost a teetotaler, but after one bottle of Ruiao, he became incoherent.
That's it.
What did you do for him?
[ Bloody Mary, Devil's Kiss, Abyss, etc.]
[...]
May you have good fortune.
Feng Liuliu put down her phone, her expression complicated.
"How about it?"
Feng Liuliu sighed, " Uncle Wu, we are in grave danger."
At this moment, Uncle Wu had already picked up the Bloody Mary and tilted his head back to drink it all.
"Hiccup~"
After letting out a burp, Uncle Wu's eyes gradually became glazed over.
"Is this okay? It's only one cup!" Mo Jie put his arm around Uncle Wu's shoulder.
"Who says I can't! I can drink more!"
Uncle Wu's voice suddenly rose, and he tilted his head back and gulped down a cup of Hellfire.
The fiery alcohol burned his throat, and Uncle Wu felt as if he were on fire, his head spinning.
"What were you about to say?" Mo Jie also took a sip, gradually getting into the mood.
"Hmph!" Uncle Wu swayed slightly and snorted coldly, "I've come to settle accounts with you!"
"Settle accounts? Little brat, what accounts do you want to settle with me?" Mo Jie scoffed.
"I'm not some little brat!" Uncle Wu pointed at Mo Jie. "I'm here to settle a score with you regarding my innocence!"
"Innocence? Aren't you still innocent?" Mo Jie took a sip of wine and laughed.
"Me! You treated me like that! And you still call yourself innocent?!" Uncle Wu was furious and downed another half glass.
At this moment, Uncle Wu's face was flushed and his eyes were glazed over.
"First time drinking? Calling you a kid doesn't seem wrong." Mo Jie's lips curled into a slightly mocking smile.
"A child, right..." Uncle Wu nodded, as if he was preparing something.
Suddenly, he drank the remaining half cup in one gulp.
The fiery alcohol instantly ignited Uncle Wu's emotions!
He gently stroked Mo Jie's cheek, pulled her closer, and kissed her deeply!
Caught off guard, Mo Jie's eyes widened.
"Ugh—!"
The Invisibility Cloth on all sides emitted low murmurs.
After realizing what was happening, Mo Jie pushed Uncle Wu away.
Uncle Wu sneered, "How about it?"
Mo Jie licked his lips and downed the drink in one gulp. "So-so."
After saying that, she pulled Uncle Wu over and kissed him hard, even sticking out her little tongue.
Uncle Wu's eyes widened, and his nimble little tongue instantly ignited something within him.
It's not just alcohol; it seems like something else is at work now!
At a certain moment, Uncle Wu suddenly pushed Mo Jie away and gasped for breath.
Then he grabbed a bottle of strong liquor and downed it in one gulp.
Uncle Wu stood up and said in a deep voice, "If you have the guts, come back with me!"
"Fine, I'll go!" Mo Jie stood up. "Anyone who chickens out is a coward!"
"Walk!"
Uncle Wu took Mo Jie's arm and led him out of the tavern.
"Ding-a-ling~"
The two figures, slightly unsteady, gradually disappeared at the door. All that was seen was that they hailed a taxi and left.
The Invisibility Cloth was lowered, and Virgo and the others stared at the door in disbelief.
Is that right?
So, we're going back together?!
Liang Qiqi asked with concern, " Uncle Wu, can you hold on?"
Feng Liuliu pushed up her glasses, a smile playing on her lips, "Dry wood meets a raging fire, a long drought meets sweet rain."
Wan Xiaoxiao looked at Su Shuangshuang with a blank expression. "Shuangshuang, what are Uncle Wu and the others going to do?"
Su Shuangshuang's expression was complicated:
"Hmm... they probably have some personal matters to attend to..."
Virgo shook his head, glanced at Wang Hao again, and sighed.
Wang Hao, puzzled, looked at Virgo, "What's wrong?"
Virgo scoffed. "It's nothing!"
Wang Hao scratched his head. What did I do?
Uncle Wu's house is a large, single-level apartment.
"Bang!"
After cracking the code, the two of them burst through the door together.
They were passionately kissing right there in the entryway!
Mo Jie hooked his foot around the door and closed it.
At this moment, the two were overcome with emotion, their hormones surging.
"Thump!"
Uncle Wu picked up Mo Jie and pressed him against the wall.
Mo Jie then wrapped her long legs around Uncle Wu's waist and held his face in her hands, continuing to kiss Uncle Wu passionately.
"Go to the room."
Upon hearing this, Uncle Wu carried Mo Jie to the bedroom.
As he pressed down on Mo Jie, a clear glint flashed in his eyes. "Have you thought this through?"
Mo Jie smiled but didn't say anything.
"Rip—!"
With a surge of True Qi, Mo Jie caused Uncle Wu's shirt to burst open instantly, revealing his muscular physique, leaving only a tie visible.
"Enough with the nonsense!"
"Good."
Not to be outdone, Uncle Wu also unleashed his own inner True Qi.
"Rip—!"
The torn clothing scattered from the bottom up.
In an instant, her jade-like body lay sprawled out, filling the room with an alluring scene.
Looking at that body, as soft and smooth as mutton fat jade, Uncle Wu was momentarily stunned.
"Hurry up!"
Mo Jie gave a soft shout and grabbed Uncle Wu's tie.
A suppressed, slightly painful voice rang out.
The sheets began to rustle.
When the raindrops finally fell to the earth, all the parched cracks began to murmur—it was the tide translating ancient codes under the moonlight.
Until nightfall...
Uncle Wu lay on the bed, his muscular body exposed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Rustle and rustle".
Mo Jie rolled over, propped his cheek with one hand, and placed the other on Uncle Wu's chest, pinching his pectoral muscles. "Not bad."
Uncle Wu turned his head, looked at Mo Jie's ambiguous smile, and snorted coldly, "Nonsense."
"These injuries... were to protect your Young Master?"
Mo Jie gently brushed across the area where Uncle Wu's kiss marks and scars intertwined and asked.
"Hmm... just a minor injury."
Mo Jie chuckled. Those were no minor injuries; with her keen eyesight, she could tell they were near-fatal wounds.
"And you, too, are doing this for the sake of the Fate Lord?"
Uncle Wu looked at Mo Jie's body—it was fair and tender, but the horrifying scars ruined what was originally a work of art.
"Heh, you think it's ugly?" Mo Jie chuckled.
Uncle Wu reached out and gently stroked the smooth skin until he reached the roughness of the scars. "I think it's beautiful."
Mo Jie paused, then smiled, lowered his head, and gently kissed Uncle Wu: "Again?"
"Tch, come on then!"