As You Wish
If he got pulled over for drunk driving now, one breath into the test might give them a fright.
As he savored the taste, Fu Qian didn't forget to consider the safety implications.
After all, in theory, the liquid flowing through his body now was the same stuff.
It was richer and smoother than the Scarlet Fine Wine he'd drunk before. The flavor was almost too good for a disposable paper cup.
Though the cup's effect was exactly what had brought about this change.
Blood and Wine and Blood could be activated by pouring in more than half a cup of blood or wine. Then the blood and wine within a certain range would share a concept, existing in a superimposed state.
If Salma, who'd handled the drinks at that April Fools' Day party, had had a cup like this, the festive atmosphere would surely have been even better. No one would have been able to tell the difference between real and fake--
"Excellent. The fallacy has become more apparent."
Even to the person standing before him.
Jade Soul Master had watched Fu Qian's every move. Only after he'd finished savoring the aftertaste did he finally speak, full of praise.
As he spoke, he even raised a finger, casually bit it open, and took a hearty drink.
However, he didn't seem to care for the taste of alcohol. He soon frowned, and made no effort to hide the pain from the small wound.
Yet those subtle expressions didn't make him seem vulnerable. If anything, they made him more imposing.
"And your attitude, too. I knew I'd chosen the right person."
As for what Fu Qian's actions implied—that he couldn't be swayed, that his convictions were as firm as iron, that he wouldn't listen no matter how eloquently