Imagine a tiger in a cage that had gone hungry for twenty-one days—how crazed would it be once it came down the mountain to kill?
It was as if he could already see the terrifying sight of the Emperor emerging from seclusion with a Supreme Emperor Weapon, sweeping through all the heroes under heaven...
Ji Jue felt as though someone had installed an air conditioner in his mouth, and he desperately sucked in cold air.
It was bitterly cold.
"She never quit drinking..."
Lao Zhang's voice came from beside his ear, thin as a thread and 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? How was there even a berserk mode?!
Ji Jue's scalp went numb. His legs gave way, and he nearly slid off the table—only to be grabbed and hauled back up.
"What the hell kind of commotion are you making?"
Wen Wen's eyes were close at hand, glinting with teasing amusement. "Come on, drink."
Smack!
A bottle was shoved into his hand. Then she skillfully clinked hers against it and gulped it down.
Seeing Ji Jue still staring at her blankly, she gave a wicked smile. "What, you want to drink from my bottle? Want to trade?"
Ji Jue rolled his eyes. He had never expected that after reaching Rebirth Rank, the first thing he would need 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 just pour it straight down his throat.
"Good, now that's the spirit!"
Ji Jue had just set down his bottle and had not even gotten a bite of