Guests, Don't

Although they were inside the house, Ma Feifei could still see what was happening inside from the clouds. Seeing this, even Ma Feifei was a little envious and wanted to go down and mooch a bowl of noodles.

"Is this the unique buff that comes with being in power? Being waited on hand and foot wherever you go?" Ma Feifei wondered, lying on a cloud and stroking her chin.

Throughout the day, Ma Feifei visited several places, but he had never seen anyone like Zhang Wu, who didn't have to do anything, yet still had food, drink, and servants to wait on him.

Aside from envy and jealousy, Ma Feifei couldn't think of anything else.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, sir." Soon, Xiao Ying came out of the kitchen with a bowl of fragrant noodles and placed it in front of Zhang Wu. Her hands hung naturally at her sides, clasped tightly, and she said apologetically, "The taste may not be very good, I hope you don't mind."

Zhang Wu looked up at Xiao Ying for about five seconds, until Xiao Ying Zhang Wu a little embarrassed, before he looked away, picked up his chopsticks, and started eating his noodles.

"Guest, the wine is here." The host returned from the basement at that moment, carrying a jar in his arms.

"Come, come, have a taste, this is homemade, it tastes very good." The host carried the jar to the table, picked up a wine glass, placed it there, opened the cork, and a burst of aroma wafted out. Zhang Wu couldn't help but take a sip.

With a "whoosh," the wine poured down, the stemmed glass clear and transparent; once the wine was poured in, it was difficult to tell whether there was any liquid inside.

"It looks pretty good," the cultivator in the Bookstore smacked his lips and remarked.

"It's just wine that ordinary people drink, what's so tempting about it?" one cultivator said with a sneer.

For cultivators like them, the wine they drink is imbued with rich spiritual energy, the essence of heaven and earth. Even the finest nectar is no more than this. It's worlds apart from the wine ordinary people drink; there's no comparison.

Inside the room, Zhang Wu was also a connoisseur of wine, though he looked down on the wine of ordinary people; but now he was an ordinary person himself, and if he were to drink wine with spiritual energy, he wouldn't dare to drink it.

This ordinary wine is just right, just right.

"Here, guest, please have a taste." The host handed the wine glass to Zhang Wu Zhang Wu, who took it, held it with an air of importance, looked at the wine in the glass, and then tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

"Not bad." The aroma of the wine lingered on his lips, lingering without dissipating, with a bittersweet aftertaste that left him wanting more. Even someone as discerning as Zhang Wu couldn't help but praise it.

When the host saw that Zhang Wu had praised his wine, he became very interested. He happily poured the wine and said to Xiao Ying, "Xiao Ying, get me a cup too. I'll have a couple of drinks with my guest."

"Good."

Taking Xiao Ying's glass, the host filled his own glass and raised it, saying, "Come, guest, this glass is for you."

Perhaps it was the wine that was good, Zhang Wu liked it very much. He raised his glass, nodded to the host, and then drank the wine in one gulp.

The male homeowner was very happy, just as happy.

In this way, the occasion turned into a drinking party!

"Cut it up, cut it up, who wants to watch this? It's incredibly boring." The cultivators outside were also unhappy to watch this, and they all had strong opinions.

"Watching this is making me crave alcohol, it's so annoying," complained a cultivator who loved drinking. He wanted to take out some wine from his spatial bag to satisfy his craving, but he was afraid that the smell of the wine would make others uncomfortable. After all, there were tens of thousands of people present, and he had to consider other people's feelings.

"Exactly, if there's really nothing going on late at night, we can cut to those female cultivators! I've heard that these female cultivators are all very dirty, so this is a good opportunity for me to see if it's true."

"Oh? What do you mean by that, brother?" one of the cultivators asked, puzzled.

"What do you mean by that? I ask you, have you ever seen a woman taking a bath?"

"Uh... no, not at all."

"That settles it then. How can someone who hasn't bathed in decades be clean?"

"Come, guest, let me toast you." The host was already a little drunk, his face flushed.

Zhang Wu wasn't much better off; he had taken off all his clothes except for a wrap, and his eyes were glazed over.

"Clink~" The two clinked glasses again and drank it all in one gulp.

"Sir, you have a really high alcohol tolerance. I... I can't take it anymore."

With a "thud," the male homeowner slumped onto the table, his wine glass flying out of his hand and shattering on the floor.

"Look at you, you can't hold your liquor but you insisted on drinking so much." Xiao Ying, who was cleaning in the kitchen, ran out when she heard the noise. She saw her husband slumped on the table like a dead pig and couldn't help but laugh and complain.

"Not bad, the brewing technique is excellent, you deserve a reward!" Zhang Wu said with satisfaction, looking at the male host who was slumped over the table.

He was also losing his senses; he was completely disoriented, his eyesight was failing, and everyone he saw seemed to have three heads and six arms.

"Please have a seat, guest. Let me help my husband to his room to rest," Xiao Ying said to Zhang Wu with a slightly apologetic expression.

Then she took one of the man's hands, grabbed it with one hand, and put her other arm around his waist, trying to help him up.

However, the male homeowner was too heavy, and Xiao Ying couldn't lift him up at all.

"Put him down," Zhang Wu waved his hand, indicating.

"Huh?" Xiao Ying was a little confused.

"I told you to put him down." Zhang Wu's tone became somewhat harsh.

Xiao Ying was startled. Looking at Zhang Wu, she smiled awkwardly and said, "Guest, you're drunk too. Let me help my husband inside to rest first, then I'll take you to a guest room, okay?"

Zhang Wu shook his head, holding a wine glass in one hand and bringing the other to his lips, raising his index finger and pressing it against his lips, muttering, "Shh! I'm not drunk. Put him down, and you can keep drinking with me."

"Hiccup..." Zhang Wu hiccuped, his body shuddered, and he lost his balance, falling off the chair.

Smack!

He fell flat on his back.

"Oh my god, this is so embarrassing, it's even made into a book."

The practitioners outside the Bookstore shook their heads and sighed at the sight. It was truly unbearable to see a dignified general of the Chu Kingdom behaving so disgracefully in the world of books.

"It probably won't be long before news of this reaches the palace. I wonder what King Chu Heng will think when he sees it."

"This is tarnishing the reputation of the Great Chu and our Azure Dragon Continent."

Zhang Wu's disgraceful behavior was condemned by everyone, and one can imagine what kind of scene it would be when he came out.

"Guest, are you alright?" Seeing Zhang Wu fall to the ground, Xiao Ying hurriedly put her husband down first, ran to Zhang Wu's side, squatted down, and asked anxiously.

Zhang Wu shook his head. "It's nothing."

"Guest, let me help you up first." After saying that, Xiao Ying knelt down, put her arms around Zhang Wu's neck, then rested Zhang Wu's head on her legs, and reached down to Zhang Wu's back to slowly lift Zhang Wu up.

Zhang Wu felt dizzy and lightheaded. He felt his head resting on a very Limber place, which was very comfortable. When he opened his eyes, he saw Xiao Ying's face from below.

A nameless fire surged within Zhang Wu, and with a strength he didn't know came from, he flipped over and tackled Xiao Ying to the ground.

"Ah~ No, guest!"