Chapter 56 Am I Drinking Fast? Carefree

  Seeing the gate being tightly closed, Zhuo Yifan coldly smiled and then sat down with Zhou Qing.

  "Clap! Clap!" Zhou Wubing smiled and clapped his hands, while the maid beside him hastily brought up wine, obviously prepared by Zhou Wubing in advance.

  "Brother has a lot, I was rude the other day. Punish myself with a cup, let's drink first to show respect." Zhou Wubing picked up the nearest cup, poured himself a full glass of wine, and downed it in one gulp.

  As the wine entered his belly, Zhuo Yifan clearly felt that the murderous intent in the building was more intense than just now. Zhou Wubing's applause was not only to let the waitress serve wine and water, but also a signal for his subordinates to prepare to take action at any time.

  Zhuo Yifan looked at Zhou Wubing, not raising his cup either. He only asked after Zhou Wubing finished drinking: "Ah, General Wu is being polite. I don't know how your injuries are recovering?"

  "Tofu's luck is pretty good, his recovery isn't bad. He's probably recovered about 50% of his strength already." Zhou Wubing said with a smile that hid a knife.

  Zhou's family is a big snake head in Xuluo Village, and behind him is the mysterious pharmacist "Soul King", who collects good medicinal materials to refine Dan medicine and medicinal powder. In two days, it can recover from injuries and restore his strength. Zhou Wubing said this, just to let Zhuo Yifan put down his guard.

  "This is fine, I came to Shura Village only to get stronger. When the time comes, I will leave on my own."

  Even if Zhuo Yifan said so, Zhou Wubing didn't plan to let him off the hook. He smiled and poured a cup of wine for Zhuo Yifan, then filled his own cup again, laughing: "Brother Fan can stay for a few more days, it's terrifying in the Blood Prison, especially deep in the forest. My old man tried to break out several times but failed. Come on, let's have a drink first!"

  "Good." Zhuo Yifan nodded, reached out and picked up his wine glass, and the ring on his finger began to tremble immediately.

  Zhuo Yifan sneered inwardly, knowing that Guoran had indeed tampered with the wine cup. He stood up calmly and unhurriedly, walked to the door, and with a "whoosh" sound, poured the wine from the cup onto the ground.

  Everyone became tense at this scene, thinking that Zhuo Yifan had discovered something wrong, and their eyes involuntarily turned to Zhou Wubing.

  "Brother, won't you give your little brother some face?" Seeing Zhuo Yifan pouring out the wine, Zhou Wubing suddenly became anxious. He gave a signal to the people around him, letting them temporarily remain silent.

  "I just miss home a bit, this cup of wine is for my elders and also for the vast sky and thick earth." Zhuo Yifan closed his eyes.

  Bang! He smashed the cup into pieces and then respectfully bowed deeply to the wine and broken shards on the ground.

  "Oh, I see."

  Upon hearing Zhuo Yifan's words, Zhou Wubing also felt that they made sense. After all, coming to the Blood Prison would inevitably bring about some homesickness. He didn't harbor any more suspicions and, after having someone clean up the scattered debris, hastily said: "Someone, pour another cup for Brother Fan."

  Zhou Wu Bing had long since put more than a hundred identical cups into the poisonous water mixed with Soul Devouring Powder for soaking, and there were many backups just in case.

  Seeing the faint, almost imperceptible cold smile on Zhou Wu's face, Zhuo Yifan knew his plan had failed. Nevertheless, he calmly picked up his wine cup and pretended to be suspicious: "Wu, is this cup of wine clean?"

  "Zhuo Yifan, what do you mean! Wu Shao kindly invited you to drink and you still suspect?" Zhou Hong suddenly lost control of her emotions and stood up.

  "How dare you!"

  Zhou Wu Bing glared at Zhou Hong fiercely, and slapped a palm up, but calmly waved his hand to Zhuo Yi Fan and said: "Let Brother Fan see the joke... These wines are all poured out of one wine tank, how can they not be clean? Or is this wine too inferior, Brother Fan looks down on it?"

  Zhou Hong was slapped hard in the face, glared fiercely at Zhuo Yifan for a moment, then lowered her head, covered her face and sat back down without saying a word.

  "In order to trick me into drinking this cup of wine, each and every one of you is a master of acting."

  Glancing around at the crowd of people, Zhuo Yifan thought to himself.

  Is it really asking oneself to drink and get along with oneself? The answer is no.

  Zhuo Yifan knew that Zhou Wubing would not be at peace, and the previous act was just a "hurtful plan". One played the bad guy, one played the good guy, and they performed for themselves, willing to hit and willing to suffer. The goal was to eliminate their own vigilance.

  These people are actually quite clever, if they were a bit friendlier to Zhuo Yifan, Zhuo Yifan wouldn't mind being friends with them. Even matching Zhou Qing and Lan Shuang'er's feelings, but now it seems that's impossible.

  "This wine is indeed good, but I just drank the one sent by Shuang'er and it's really tasteless..." As he spoke, Zhuo Yifan poured another cup of wine on the ground. "The wine of Sangluo in 'Not Drunken' makes people helpless with parting emotions. This cup of wine is to pay respects to my ancestors from the Zhuo family who died in the bloody prison..."

  This Sanluo wine is worth at least 100,000 taels of silver, it's the best among the best. The wine house only has this last jar left, and now two cups have been poured out, even Zhou Wubing can't help but feel a little heartache.

  "Someone, change the wine. Bring up that jar of twenty-year-old Zhu Ye Qing!" Zhou Wu Bing endured the heartache and shouted loudly. Everything was to get Zhuo Yi Fan to drink the poisoned wine!

  "Bamboo leaves are green? Ha, this wine is not bad. After drinking this wine, it takes a hundred cups to get drunk, and with each cup, the spirit soars! Being able to use this wine to make friends with Wu Shao is not bad."

  "Brother Fan said that this pot of bamboo leaf green tea has been sealed by my family for over 20 years, it must be a top-grade product!" When Zhou Wubing heard Zhu Yifan's praise, he was secretly delighted and thought to himself: Fool, you still want to be friends with me? Soon I'll turn you into a dog slave!

  "Sealed for over twenty years? Wu Shao opened it arbitrarily, what if Master Zhou gets angry?"

  "It's my great fortune to be friends with Fang Ge for three lifetimes, I think my dad would also praise my wisdom." Zhou Wubing smiled and shook his head, and once again toasted: "Good wine! Good wine! Much more mellow than that previous cask of Sangluo, come on Fang Ge, drink up!"

  "Oh? Was it refreshing?"

  "Come on! Don't be polite, Fan Ge, drink up!" Zhou Wubing laughed loudly, feeling a bit impatient in his heart, thinking that you're also a grown man, why are you being so hesitant about drinking a cup of wine?

  "It's good wine, so I won't refuse."

  When Zhuo Yifan picked up the wine jug, Zhou Hong and Zhou Qing's faces were filled with joy, and they followed with cheers: "Brother Fan is a heavy drinker! Drink! Hurry up and drink!"

  But what happened next was astonishing, as Zhuo Yifan picked up the jar of wine and instead of pouring it into his own cup, he directly tilted the mouth of the jar downwards and poured the wine into his mouth like a waterfall, finishing the entire thing in an instant.

  "Bamboo leaves green! My bamboo leaves green!"

  There wasn't much good bamboo leaf green liquor that was actually drunk by Zhuo Yifan, most of it was splashed out. Suddenly, Zhou Wubing's eyes widened in shock.

  "Ah, this bamboo leaf green is really refreshing!" Zhuo Yifan put down the wine jar, stretched his waist, and looked at the surrounding crowd with a complacent expression. He looked at Zhou Wubing with a serious face and sneered: "Your brother me... drinks fast or not?"

  Recommended Highlights: