I'm hitting four Soul Cores?

"Heh heh..."

"I'll take a crate of fruit wine."

Di Rui'er gave a dopey grin and said to the server beside her.

"OK."

The server nodded and headed straight to the kitchen to carry out a crate of wine.

This young lady had been here before. Her appetite was absurdly huge, but her alcohol tolerance was terrible. She did not go crazy when drunk, though—she simply got drunker the more she drank, and the drunker she got, the more she wanted to drink.

"Look at you, getting all capable now. Drinking alcohol, are we?"

Gu Chen sat with one leg crossed over the other. He could eat dozens of mouthfuls in a single second, and the grilled sausage in his hand did not even last 0.1 seconds before it was devoured clean.

Gone in a second.

"Heh heh, isn't this just fruit wine?"

"Fruit wine is still wine. Don't get carried away later and start daring to hit even me."

"I won't, I won't."

By now, a pile of empty plates had already appeared on the table. The server also came over with a crate of fruit wine, placed it on the tabletop, and left.

Di Rui'er excitedly took out a bottle, pried off the cap, and started chugging.

Clearly, she had been drinking quite a bit during this period as well.

After only a few mouthfuls, a dopey smile appeared on her face. Her cheeks were faintly flushed, and she giggled foolishly, a small dimple forming on her face as her golden pupils stared unblinkingly at Gu Chen.

Gu Chen: "..."

No way.

That fast???

For some reason, he had an ominous feeling.

The next second, his premonition really came true.

Di Rui'er slapped the tabletop with a smack. Gu Chen hurriedly reinforced the table with divine power, only