After Sun Wukong and Flea arrived at the nearest level-four planet, they bought some of the lowest-grade plum liquor and Big-Pot Liquor, along with some low- and mid-grade cigarettes and liquor. They settled into a nearby apartment and hurriedly opened the lowest-grade products to try them.
One puff made them cough a few times, but then they felt their minds empty out. Both were rather shocked.
Even the lowest grade worked this well?
And it worked on the Demon Race, too?
If it worked on the Demon Race, it should work on other races as well.
After sampling everything one by one, they turned their attention to drinking the liquor.
That hazy feeling, paired with a cigarette, instantly made them feel these were the finest things in existence.
Flea smoked, blew out a smoke ring, and swung his legs. "One smoke, one drink, one lifetime; half drunk, half awake, halfway through the mortal world!"
Sun Wukong was surprised. "Who would've guessed, Flea? You're quite the poet."
"Of course!"
Sun Wukong curled his lip. He had just picked up his glass when he saw that very line engraved on the bottle.
"Damn, I knew you didn't have it in you. Shall we head back and report tomorrow?"
"Sure! Hey, hey, leave me some! Don't stuff it all into your pockets. This stuff's pretty interesting. Let me try it a bit more!"
Sun Wukong thought little of it. He tossed the goods onto the table and warned Flea, "Save some for our report when we get back. I'm leaving that to you."
With that, Sun Wukong turned away, took a special-supply cigarette out of his will space, and lit it.
Feeling the excitement in his brain, he knew that with this stuff, you really did get what you paid for.
Sun Wukong