Not long after he joined the beast tribe, he saw these two women passing by and said something about sleeping with them.
I saw two mink girls moving with light steps, holding their long tails, and came to the crowd.
Everyone placed a wine glass in front of them, and then stirred it with their long furry tails.
Oh my gosh, can I still drink it?
Dai Yuan and the others lost their desire and thirst after looking at it.
In the same way, the commander stirred it a few times. The commander drank it all in one gulp, as if he was drinking something delicious. The fragrance lingered on his lips and teeth, and he made an aftertaste sound in his mouth.
He drank as soon as he was served, and he made drinks in this unique way, which made Dai Yuan, a non-drinker, feel sick when he saw it...
But on someone else's territory, in front of someone else, if you don't drink and feel sorry for yourself, what should you do? It's a dilemma.
"This is the unique wine of our beast tribe, and the preparation method is also extraordinary. You may wish to have a drink." The commander-in-chief really invited me with great kindness. It seems that I can't help but drink it.
Luota himself is the favorite drinker among this group of people, and he will be the first to "sacrifice" himself.
I saw him raising the cup, putting it to his mouth, closing his eyes, and drank...
The moon shines brighter, raise your head, and let the wine flow directly from your throat to your stomach, without passing through your lips and tongue at all...
Ruhua, Daodao and the dwarf clan leader put it to their mouths and sipped... Lian Shangguan Moer slowly picked up the wine glass, it was hard to refuse such hospitality.
Dai Yuan had no choice but to pick up the cup. When she smelled it, the wine didn't stink. If she didn't think of the mink girl's tail, she could still smell it. But when she thought of that tail, she easily thought of a weasel, and when she thought of a weasel, she thought of it.
of exhaust...
Dai Yuan still couldn't drink it, so she put it to her mouth and pretended to take a sip, but actually poured the wine into her sleeve...
Fortunately, the cuffs of this era are big and fat, so you can't tell if they get wet. They seem to be quite absorbent, and the fabric is pretty good.
Put down the cup and continue to be polite to the commander-in-chief. First, lay the groundwork and make the conversation close, and then you have the nerve to ask for the antidote.
"Would you like to have another drink?" The commander-in-chief was so enthusiastic that it was unbearable.