Tonight, his thoughts that had been hidden for eleven years were discovered by Mo Zihan. He already didn't know how to face it, but now Quan Han came again.
He had no contact with Quan Han, and he had no idea about this person's character. In order to avoid being criticized by others in the future, he had no choice but to leave.
It's not that he feels shameful about his love for Tuoli, nor is he afraid of others talking about his habit of cutting off his sleeves. He just doesn't want to add any burden to Tuoli.
After glancing at Quan Han, Sauron said coldly: "I hope Pavilion Master Quan can remember what he just said."
After that, he took a large bottle of wine next to him, stood up, and prepared to leave.
But when he left and passed by Quan Han, he was grabbed by Quan Han.
"Wait, where are you going?"
Sauron looked at his hand being held and frowned dissatisfied.
"I just met by chance with Pavilion Master Quan. Where are you going? There is no need to tell Pavilion Master Quan, right?!"
Quan Han was stunned for a moment and immediately let go.
Sauron took advantage of Quan Han to let go and left the military camp.
That was the place where everyone was partying tonight, and it was not suitable for a lonely person like him.
Sauron casually pulled out a horse from the stable and rode the horse as fast as he could until he ran outside the city to the river near Baiyun Villa before slowly stopping.
He drove the horse aside to eat night grass, and he sat alone by the river holding a wine jar and drank.
He doesn't drink well, and he doesn't drink much at celebration banquets like this. Such a jar of strong wine is enough to make him drunk and unconscious.
Like drinking water, he held up the wine jar and took a big sip into his mouth. A sweet and slightly bitter liquor stimulated his throat and slid down his stomach. He felt his stomach contract suddenly, and it took him a long time to suppress the numb and burning feeling.
Come back to your senses.
As soon as the numb and burning feeling passed, I took another big mouthful.
Just like this, one mouthful after another, and after a while, Sauron's cheeks turned red and his eyes became a little wandering.
He felt someone approaching, and when Sauron raised his eyes to look at him, the man had already walked to his side. His tall figure faced the silver moonlight with his back, and a faint silvery gray appeared around him.
Seeing the person coming, Sauron was slightly startled, then turned his head to one side without saying anything.
Quan Han put down the four jars of wine he was carrying, patted the dust off the sealing paper of one of the jars, and then tore off the sealing paper. A strong aroma of wine came out.
He sat down next to Sauron, brought the wine to his hand, and said: "This is the best wine I asked my disciples to prepare for me. It has been sealed in the cellar for a hundred years. You can try it."
Sauron ignored Quan Han and continued to drink the strong wine in his arms.
Seeing him frowning slightly after every bite, Quan Han also frowned slightly.
He stretched out his hand to confiscate the strong wine in Sauron's hand, but Sauron stopped him.
Quan Han was slightly angry and snatched the wine jar from his hand. Since Quan Han had no martial arts skills, Quan Han used force, so Sauron naturally had no power to compete with him.
"Looking like you do, you are not a regular drinker. North Vietnam is located in a severe cold zone, and alcohol is strong. Now is the spring season, and drinking too much of such strong liquor can easily harm your body. Drink this, it tastes good, and it is not a strong liquor.
"
He took the wine jar from Quan Han and poured it into his mouth, regardless of the fact that it was a hundred years old wine.
Indeed, this wine was fragrant and delicious, smooth and pleasant, and the concentration was not as high as the previous wine. After two sips, I felt that my stomach could accept it, so I started drinking it.