"Spirytus, a Polish distilled vodka with an alcohol concentration of 96%, takes one sip and feels like a punch in the stomach."
Wilson said.
"Scottish four-time distilled whiskey, with an alcohol concentration of 92%, is stored in oak barrels to increase the taste. A team of BBC reporters once witnessed its alcohol content so high that it can drive a sports car at a speed of 100 miles per hour.
"
Jing Jiaren: "..."
Jing Jiaren: "No, the concentration is too high and it will destroy his stomach."
"Are you still concerned about his stomach at this time?" Ximen Longting said coldly.
Jing Jiaren knew that his indoctrination at Leng Lintian was fierce after all——
With such a high level of alcohol, a lighter will ignite the fire...
You can pour so much into your stomach without burning it through?
"No, I'd rather mix it with something with a lower alcohol content and let him drink more." Jing Jiaren insisted.
"He's the most noble one!" Ximen Longting sneered, "I used to drink these wines all the time."
"So your stomach problem later developed into gastric cancer..."
Ximen Longting finally chose absinthe from the Czech Republic, which has a concentration of 70%.
On the IPAD, Wilson drew out the turquoise wine, a very beautiful color.
"The raw material of this wine is a chemical substance called 'thujone' extracted from giant mugwort. This substance can cause people to have difficulty falling asleep, hallucinations, convulsions and other symptoms."
"You know this so well?" Jing Jiaren stared blankly at Ximen Longting, "Have you tried it yourself?"
Ximen Longting's dark eyes.
He was once haunted by Jing Jiaren's nightmares and couldn't sleep. Even if he went to bed drunk, he would dream of a plane crash and her jumping off a cliff...
Horrifying scenes of her dying in front of him continued.
Later, when he drank this kind of wine, he would hallucinate that he would see Jing Jiaren...
There was a period of time when he was addicted to alcohol, decadent and slovenly, as good as dead.
Wilson felt terrible when he thought about those years, but fortunately Jing Jiaren was still alive.
"No, if he can't sleep, we will suffer..."
"It's still this kind of wine... 56% rum..."
Leng Lintian naturally thought about what they were going to do, and his expression was very calm.
He watched from the sidelines as they discussed what to drink for him.
"You have two choices. The first is to get yourself drunk, and the second is to get you drunk."
"I like suspenseful results."
Ximen Longting smiled coldly: "If you don't drink a toast, you'll have to drink wine as a penalty. I'll only use one finger to deal with you."
Soon after, the bodyguards brought several boxes of wine and poured them all into the bathtub. The strong smell of alcohol filled the air and made Sun hide. He was most afraid of getting drunk.
Leng Lintian was pressed into the bathroom, an arm's length away, and several bodyguards pushed him into the bathtub that smelled of pungent alcohol...
The wine drenched his face and bubbles appeared...
Jing Jiaren looked at the stopwatch: "Okay, let him take a breather."
"A woman's kindness," Ximen Longting grabbed the stopwatch and stepped on Leng Lintian's hunched back, "Don't worry, he won't die."
Jing Jiaren: "..."
Too cruel.
It wasn't until the bubbles gradually diminished that Ximen Longting picked up Leng Lintian's collar and lifted him up.
The wine soaked his hair, and the roots were clearly hanging down...
"How? Is there any suspense about this result?"
"Comfortable."
"Put it down again!" Ximen Longting's face was gloomy, "Don't plead for him, you will suffer the consequences!"
Jing Jiaren frowned and had no choice but to shut up.