Ling Luo took jailer with her and walked out of the gate of Jiulan College and went to a tavern on East Street.
In order to prevent the prisoner from doing weird things to attract attention while drinking, Ling Luo specially picked a seat at the corner.
The jailer held the menu in his hand, frowning and looking back and forth.
The waiter on the side accompanied the little face, not daring to neglect, and said: "Sir, have you thought about what dishes to order and what wine to drink?"
Prison threw the menu on the table in frustration and said, "What is written on it? What era are these characters from?"
The implication is that his uncle cannot read it at all.
The waiter's face froze, and there was a trace of disdain in his eyes. He turned out to be an illiterate old hat.
Prison was so perceptive that he said angrily: "What's that look in your eyes? Let me look at it again!"
He is an ancient dragon god, so noble that even people in the immortal world will bow their heads when they see him, let alone humble humans whose lives are as short as ants.
Ling Luo saw that the prisoner was about to explode, so he hurried out to smooth things over, and said with a smile: "Store, please bring a few kilograms of beef, a jar of signature wine, and a stack of peanuts."
"Okay, this is your guest." The waiter immediately became much more docile when he saw that Ling Luo was extraordinary in both his dress and his words and deeds.
After a while, all the food and drinks were served.
With the good food and drink, the prison suddenly became happy, drinking from big bowls and eating meat with big mouthfuls, without any image at all.
Ling Luo had a few drinks. She didn't drink often and her alcohol capacity was very poor. She only felt spicy in her mouth and a burning sensation in her stomach and intestines.
I was in a bad mood, so I just indulged myself, drinking one cup after another.
While she was drinking, the outline of the Crystal Palace emerged in her mind unconsciously. It turned out that he had also had his first love affair and was crazy about other women.
"One more cup." Ling Luo's eyes were a little blurry and she handed the empty cup to the prisoner.
Prison burped, his voice a little dazed: "No...no more."
Only then did Ling Luo realize that this cheap dragon was not only gluttonous with food but also gluttonous with wine. In just a short while, he actually poured the entire jar directly into his mouth.
"Hey, Xiaoluo, I want more." A trace of blush appeared on Jianlong's face, and he looked faintly drunk.
"Okay! I want it!" Ling Luo waved and shouted, "Waiter, three more jars of wine."
"No!" Prison stretched out ten fingers and waved them in front of Ling Luo's eyes, "I want ten altars!"
"Okay, ten altars!"
After a few glasses of wine, Ling Luo felt inexplicably a little more heroic when she spoke.
The waiter was naturally so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. He served good wine and good food, and the service was extremely attentive.
Ling Luo had a drink with me and you had a drink with me. The two of them drank so much that they forgot where they were and themselves.
"Hey, I said cheap dragon."
"You want to call me the mighty Dragon King."
"Okay, bitch dragon."
"Call me the mighty Dragon King!" A certain dragon feigned anger.
"Haha, stop pretending, mighty and majestic Lord Dragon." Ling Luo was already slightly drunk. She smiled cheerfully and stretched out a hand to pat the prisoner's shoulder.
The prisoner was not annoyed at all, he smiled and said: "Xiaoluo, you are such a god, how do you know my emperor's nickname in the immortal world? They all called me that in private."
"..." Ling Luo's eyelids drooped and turned into standard dead fish eyes.