Chapter 78: The Fourth Cup of Wine

  "This is the three-cup turnover?" Looking at the wine cup with a red color similar to blood, He Dong was somewhat curious and picked it up to smell it under his nose. However, what made him even more strange was that this wine didn't have any hint of alcohol smell, but instead had a faintly sweet and refreshing fragrance, like fruit or flower scent.

  Just as He Dong was carefully examining the three cups of wine, Zhou Fu'an also walked over with a slightly disdainful smile on his face, picked up one of the bright red cups of wine and poured it into his mouth without hesitation, looking like he was drinking water rather than wine.

  "Ah!" Zhou Fu'an's action suddenly brought a burst of surprise.

  Although this wine is special, its price is not very high. People who come here can afford it, so many people have drunk this wine.

  Those who have drunk this wine know that three cups of it are extremely spicy and hot, and once swallowed, it feels like a raging fire burning in the stomach. Therefore, those who drink three cups of it all savor it carefully, bit by bit, and even so, they dare not drink too much, lest they suffer. But Zhou Fu'an's actions directly broke this rule.

  Of course, some people also think that Zhou Fu'an is pretending to be forced, and they all want to see the embarrassing appearance of Zhou Fu'an after drinking this wine. However, Zhou Fu'an's performance obviously disappointed these people. He not only didn't have any loss of composure but instead appeared spirited and confident in the midst of everyone's exclamations.

  "East less, I've already taken the lead, please!" Zhou Fu'an looked at He Dong with a smug expression, and the depression brought by the previous 1-1 tie was also swept away at this moment.

  He Dong didn't say much, smiled slightly, and followed Zhou Fu'an's example, closing his eyes slightly, and downed the wine in one gulp.

  But He Dong's expression changed as soon as he drank the wine, and the smile on his face disappeared. His originally pale complexion suddenly turned bright red, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on his forehead. As soon as these beads of sweat emerged, they were evaporated by He Dong's scorching skin, turning into white steam that swirled around his head.

  And most importantly, He Dong's body is now swaying from side to side, as if he might fall over at any moment.

  "Brother!" "Dong Ge!" He Xi and Wang Xuewu, seeing that He Dong was also imitating Zhou Fu'an's actions, downed the three cups in one gulp, then anxiously came to He Dong's side, gazing at him with concern. At this time, they hastily supported He Dong together.

  "Haha, with this capacity, you still dare to drink? Dong Shao, don't fall down after just one cup, or I won't feel accomplished if I win!" Zhou Fu'an looked at He Dong's appearance and became even more pleased.

  "Kill him! Kill him!" Cheng Tianyue was even more excited to cheer on the side. And with his shouting, those who stood on their side shouted together "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

  "Haha, good wine! It's really good wine!" However, just as everyone thought He Dong was about to pass out from too much drinking, he suddenly opened his eyes and shouted loudly, with an excited expression on his face.

  "Huh? Why didn't it fall?"

  "You're really as resilient as a cockroach!"

  "Don't worry, one cup won't spill, two cups will definitely spill!"

  He Dong's reaction left everyone extremely disappointed, especially Zhou Fu'an and Cheng Tianxuan, who had thought they already had victory in their grasp, but He Dong suddenly struggled back again.

  "Brother, are you okay? Shall we stop drinking?" He Dong's appearance just now had frightened He Xi, and he was afraid that He Dong would get into trouble, so he hastily advised.

  "It's all right! This wine is actually quite good!" He Dong's face was still bright red, but his eyes were very clear.

  Although He Dong seemed to be taking it lightly, his heart was actually surging with shock and horror. He Dong's capacity for liquor was still quite good, about one and a half kilograms or so, which was also the capital he dared to compete with the other party in drinking. Moreover, he had a secret weapon, the existence of the summoning space, and he had long been prepared to drink as much as he could, and if he couldn't, he would directly transfer the liquor to the summoning space. With the summoning space, he could guarantee a hundred percent victory.

  But as soon as he drank down the three cups, he was suddenly frightened, because as soon as the wine entered his mouth, a pungent feeling instantly filled his oral cavity, and before the wine even went down his throat, he felt an almost burning heat flowing into his belly.

  This was just the feeling in his mouth, if he really drank it into his belly, He Dong could be sure that he would definitely pass out directly here, so he didn't even think about it and hastily poured all three cups of wine into the summoning space.

  However, even so, the residue in his mouth and the liquor flowing down his throat accounted for two layers. Of course, these two layers of three cups were nothing to He Dong, so when everyone saw He Dong closing his eyes, he was actually carefully savoring this peculiar strong wine.

  "Don't think that having a drink or two is nothing to brag about, these three cups are absolutely not living up to their reputation!" Zhou Fu'an still had an arrogant expression, and he didn't give He Dong any chance to rest, quickly picking up the second cup of wine and downing it in one gulp.

  "To be honest, this wine is really good, and the previous one was just average!" He Dong, unwilling to show weakness, also picked up his second cup of wine.

  This time He Dong was prepared, so the cup of wine seemed to have entered his mouth, but in fact, it had not fully entered his mouth and had already been transferred by He Dong into the summoning space, and this time there was no residue left.

  The second cup of wine went down, and the scene fell silent once again. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the third cup of wine. There was a strange premonition in everyone's heart that the curse of these three cups might be broken today.

  As expected, Zhou Fu'an saw He Dong's second cup of wine go down his throat without incident, and suddenly his eyes widened, his expression turned serious. This time he didn't say a word, picked up the third cup, and drank it again in one gulp.

  Although He Dong's face still had the red glow from drinking the first cup of wine, his expression was natural and his eyes were clear. No one could tell that he was about to get drunk, so this third cup of wine was even more noteworthy.

  "Haha, three cups down, I don't know if I'll be able to take it!" He Dong easily and naturally picked up the third cup of wine and drank it down without any hesitation.

  "He...!" He Dong did not disappoint everyone's expectations, and he downed three cups in a row, but still didn't fall over. At this moment, Zhou Fu'an felt a bit apprehensive, thinking to himself, "Could it be that he's also immune to alcohol? Could I lose?"

  Zhou Fu'an had been living in a honey jar since he was young, wearing brocade and eating jade, without experiencing any setbacks or hardships. So at this time, once his conviction of being invincible was shaken, he suddenly became somewhat flustered.

  "It seems that the three cups can't be overturned anymore. I wonder about the fourth cup?" This time, He Dong took the initiative and picked up the fourth cup of wine first.

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