Imagine a tiger in a cage, starved for twenty-one days. Once it came down the mountain, how crazed with killing would it become?
As though he had already witnessed the terrifying sight of the Emperor emerging from seclusion with a Supreme Emperor Weapon and sweeping aside all the heroes under heaven, Ji Jue felt as if an air conditioner had been stuffed into his mouth, wildly sucking in cold air.
It was bitterly cold.
"She never quit drinking—"
Lao Zhang's voice drifted into his ear, a thin thread, even more bitter. "Run, kid—she's been drinking like this for half a month already!"
What the hell?
Were they stacking Man-Slaying Books here? Why was there even a berserk mode?!
Ji Jue's scalp went numb. His legs gave out, and he nearly slid off the table, only to be caught and hauled back up.
"What kind of damn commotion are you making, brat?"
Wen Wen's eyes were right in front of his, gleaming with a teasing smile. "Come, drink!"
A bottle was shoved into his hand, then she clinked it against hers with practiced ease and gulped it down.
Seeing Ji Jue still staring blankly at her, she gave a mischievous smile. "What, want to drink from my bottle? Want to switch?"
Ji Jue rolled his eyes. He had never expected that after reaching Rebirth Rank, the first thing he would have to test was his alcohol tolerance. Fine, drink then. He couldn't drink himself to death anyway, so he might as well drink like he was trying to. Otherwise, if he moved any slower, Wen Wen would force it down his throat.
"Good, that's the spirit!"
Ji Jue had just put down his bottle and hadn't even gotten a bite of food when Wen Wen's hand came crashing down on his