Seeing that the door was tightly closed, Zhuo Yifan sneered in his heart and found a seat with Zhou Qing to sit down.
"Papa!" Zhou Wubing smiled and clapped his hands, and the maid on the side quickly brought the wine, which was obviously prepared by Zhou Wubing in advance.
"Brother Fan has a lot. I was rude a few days ago. I punish myself with a glass of wine and drink it first as a token of respect." Zhou Wubing picked up the quilt closest to him, poured a glass of wine, raised his head and drank it all.
As the glass of wine went into his stomach, Zhuo Yifan clearly felt that the murderous intention in the restaurant was stronger than before. Zhou Wubing's clapping was not only a signal for the maid to serve drinks, but also a signal for his subordinates to be ready to take action at any time.
Zhuo Yifan looked at Zhou Wubing and did not raise his glass. He just waited for Zhou Wubing to finish his drink before asking: "Oh, Mr. Wu is so polite. I wonder how Mr. Wu is recovering from his injury?"
"Fortunately, Brother Tuofan has recovered well. He has regained 50% of his strength," Zhou Wubing said with a smile.
The Zhou family is a big local snake in Shura Village, and there is a mysterious pharmacist "Soul King" behind them. They collect the best medicinal materials and make elixirs. After the medicine is powdered, it can restore the wounds and skills in two days. What Zhou Wubing said is nothing more than letting Zhuo
Yifan just let down his guard.
"That's very good. I came to Shura Village just to become stronger. When the time comes, I will leave."
Even if Zhuo Yifan said this, Zhou Wubing was not going to let him go. He poured a glass of wine for Zhuo Yifan with a smile, then filled it for himself, and said with a smile: "Brother Fan can stay for a few more days, in the blood prison
It’s scary every step of the way, especially deep in the forest. My dad tried to break out several times, but failed. Come on, let’s have a drink first!”
"Okay." Zhuo Yifan nodded, reached for the wine glass, and his ring immediately began to tremble.
Zhuo Yifan sneered in his heart, knowing that he had indeed tampered with the wine glass. He stood up calmly and calmly, came to the door, and spilled the wine in the glass on the ground with a "swish" sound.
Seeing this scene, everyone became nervous, thinking that Zhuo Yifan had discovered something was wrong, and looked at Zhou Wubing involuntarily.
"Brother Fan, aren't you willing to give me this face?" Seeing Zhuo Yifan spill the wine, Zhou Wubing immediately became anxious. He winked at the people around him, keeping them silent for the time being.
"I'm just a little homesick. This glass of wine is a tribute to my elders and to the sky and the earth." Zhuo Yifan closed his eyes.
Bang! He smashed the cup to pieces, then bowed respectfully to the wine and cup dregs on the ground.
"Oh, I see."
Hearing Zhuo Yifan's words, Zhou Wubing also felt that it was reasonable. He always felt a little homesick when he came to the Blood Prison. He did not doubt it, and after having people clean up the debris on the floor, he hurriedly said: "Come here, give me some more."
Brother Fan, have a drink."
Zhou Wubing had already soaked more than a hundred identical cups in poisonous water mixed with soul-eating powder, and had many backups just in case.
Seeing the imperceptible sneer on Zhou Wubing's face, Zhuo Yifan knew that his plan had failed, but he still picked up the wine glass unhurriedly, pretending to be uneasy: "Master Wu, this glass of wine will
Won’t it be unclean?”
"Zhuo Yifan, what do you mean? Mr. Wu kindly invited you to drink, but you are still suspicious?" Zhou Hong suddenly couldn't control her emotions and stood up.
"Presumptuous!" Zhou Wubing glared at Zhou Hong fiercely.
"Pah" he slapped him up, but waved to Zhuo Yifan calmly and said: "It makes Brother Fan laugh...these wines are all poured from the same wine jar, how can they be unclean? Or are these the same?"
The wine is too bad, Brother Fan doesn’t like it?”
Zhou Hong was slapped hard, glared at Zhuo Yifan fiercely, lowered her head, covered her face and sat down again without saying a word.
"In order to trick me into drinking this glass of wine, all of them are great actors."
Glancing at the people around him, Zhuo Yifan thought to himself.
Is this really treating yourself to a drink and making friends with yourself? The answer is no.
Zhuo Yifan knew that Zhou Wubing would not be kind-hearted, and what he had just done was just a "bitter trick". One played a bad role, the other a bad face, and one was willing to be beaten and the other was willing to suffer. The purpose was to eliminate his own
Be wary.
These people are actually quite smart. If they are friendly to Zhuo Yifan, Zhuo Yifan would not mind being friends with these people. They may even try to bring about a relationship between Zhou Qing and Lan Shuang'er, but now it seems that that is
It's impossible.
"This Sangluo wine is indeed good wine, but I just drank the jar that Shuang'er brought me. This wine is really tasteless..." As he said this, Zhuo Yifan spilled another glass of wine on the ground, "I'm not drunk.
The doctor's wine makes people feel helpless to part with each other. This glass of wine is dedicated to the ancestors of my Zhuo family who died in the blood prison..."
No matter how bad this jar of Sangluo wine was, it cost at least one hundred thousand taels of silver. It was the best of the best. This was the last jar left in the restaurant. Two glasses were spilled at once, which made Zhou Wubing feel a little sick.
.
"Come here, change the wine. Bring up the altar of twenty-year-old bamboo leaves!" Zhou Wubing endured his heartache and shouted. All this is to make Zhuo Yifan drink the poisonous wine!
"Bamboo leaf green? Ha, this wine is not bad. After a hundred cups of this wine, you will start to go crazy, and you will be mad and angry! It is not bad to use this wine to make friends with Master Wu."
"Brother Fan is saying that my Zhou family has kept this jar of bamboo leaves for more than 20 years, and I think it is the best!" Hearing Zhuo Yifan's praise, Zhou Wubing was so happy that he sneered in his heart: You idiot, you still want to have sex with me!
Don’t be friends anymore? I’ll turn you into a dog slave in no time!
"It has been sealed for more than 20 years? Master Wu opened it without authorization. What should I do if Master Zhou gets angry?"
"I am lucky to be friends with Brother Fan. I think my father will also praise me for my wisdom." Zhou Wubing smiled and shook his head. He started again and said in respect: "Good wine! Good wine! Compared with the altar of Sanglu just now.
It’s much richer, Brother Fan, drink it quickly!”
"Oh? Did you enjoy your drink?"
"It's cool! Brother Fan, you're welcome, drink quickly!" Zhou Wubing laughed, feeling a little impatient. He thought to himself, you are also a grown man, how can you chat while drinking a glass of wine?
"Since it's a good wine, I won't refuse it."
Seeing Zhuo Yifan pick up the wine jar, Zhou Hong, Zhou Qing and others all looked happy and started shouting: "Brother Fan, there's a lot! Drink! Drink quickly!"
However, something shocking happened at this time. Zhuo Yifan picked up the jar of wine, and instead of pouring it into his own cup, he directly turned the jar mouth down and poured it into his mouth like water.
, he drank it all in a matter of seconds.
"Bamboo leaf green! My bamboo leaf green!"
Zhuo Yifan didn't actually drink much of the good bamboo leaf green on the altar, and most of it was spilled. Zhou Wubing's eyes immediately went straight.
"Well, this altar of bamboo leaves is really refreshing!" Zhuo Yifan put down the wine jar, stretched out, and looked at the people around him proudly. He looked at Zhou Wubing seriously and sneered: "Your brother, I...did you drink it quickly?"