Sworn Brotherhood

Amid the clinking of cups and wine vessels, Song Qingshu finally gradually guessed Tang Kuobian's intentions.

So the man looked down on pretty boys like him, but did not want to embarrass his sister. Thus, he had decided to drink him under the table with strong liquor.

Steppe people really are simple-minded. Do you think that just because you're a brute, you can necessarily outdrink me? Song Qingshu sneered inwardly. Having been tempered by the high-proof spirits of later generations, the wine of this world was practically child's play to him.

Seeing Song Qingshu drain a huge bowl of strong liquor every time, Tang Kuobian's eyes flashed with admiration. He gradually began to like this pretty boy before him, but it also stirred his competitive spirit. Throwing open his chest, he began competing with Song Qingshu in drink.

Madam Tang knew her brother loved wine, and she could not dampen his enthusiasm. She could only complain inwardly, I finally managed to reunite with Young Master. If he drinks himself unconscious tonight, who am I supposed to pour out all my feelings to?

Song Qingshu and Tang Kuobian traded bowl after bowl. Who knew how long they drank? Even Song Qingshu felt stars dancing before his eyes, yet Tang Kuobian still looked perfectly normal.

Song Qingshu was greatly alarmed. What monstrous drinking capacity!

With his cultivation, it would not have been difficult to secretly force the alcohol out of his body as he drank. But at first, he had been extremely confident in his tolerance and had no need to cheat. Later, as the two came to appreciate one another, Song Qingshu was even less willing to deceive him.

"Brother Tang Kuo's... urgh, drinking capacity... I truly... truly concede defeat," Song Qingshu said, his speech already slurring. "Roast sheep and slaughter