"Hahaha, there's such a shitty culture. It's all copied and copied. I've been listening to it for more than 20 years. Isn't it difficult for me?"

After swallowing the wine in his mouth, Qing Haichuan smiled self-deprecatingly, put down the wine bottle in his hand, and stopped refilling the wine for Lu Xuan and himself.

"Aha, Brother Qing, you can't talk about yourself like that. I won't do it, haha. Besides, why have you heard it for more than 20 years? Who told you that?"

Thanks to the dizzy feeling, and after being with Qing Haichuan for a long time, Lu Xuan actually found the feeling of drinking with his brothers. Lu Xuan no longer spoke seriously and started to talk to Qing Haichuan.

.

"Hahaha, those are all what Lao Meng said, but I don't have that kind of ink in my stomach. When I heard this, it was more than 20 years ago. At that time, it was my first time to go to the battlefield, and I was still a new recruit.

.Hahaha!"

As if remembering something from the past, Qing Haichuan smiled knowingly, took another wine bottle, and poured another full glass for himself and Lu Xuan.

"Lao Meng? Who is that? Brother Qing."

Lu Xuan, who had already drank more than a dozen drinks, did not notice that Qing Haichuan had changed the wine bottle. He naturally raised the filled wine glass and poured the wine into his mouth as he spoke.

"Ah, let me go, what the hell is this?"

He felt a pungent feeling instantly fill his mouth, and then quickly spread into his nasal cavity. Then with the strong stimulation, Lu Xuan began to cough violently, and then started to shed tears again.

stand up.

"Aha, I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you, I changed the wine."

Looking at Lu Xuan, who was already in tears, Qing Haichuan "pretended" to be embarrassed and spread his big hands, then stuck out his tongue.

"Ah ha, there's no point in trying to be cute. You did it on purpose. I really mistook you for a 'good guy', damn!"

While coughing and wiping his face with his sleeves, Lu Xuan glared at the smiling Qing Haichuan, and his mind instantly felt like ten thousand mythical beasts were running through him.

"Haha, it's okay. It's my first time drinking this wine and it's not as good as yours, hahaha!"

Ignoring Lu Xuan, who was glaring at him, Qing Haichuan held his own wine glass, raised his head, and put the super strong wine into his mouth, then paused for a few seconds and swallowed it again.

In the stomach.

"In the beginning, I met Lao Meng because of this drink. I was still a new recruit at that time..."

While drinking his own liquor, Qing Haichuan handed the original flask to Lu Xuan, indicating that he could do as he pleased.

"Aha, it turns out that Brother Qing's old comrade is called Lao Meng, but this guy is quite interesting. He doesn't have much capacity for alcohol but still likes to drink. When he drinks too much, he tells stories about drinking. He is also a second-tier warrior with the potential to be funny.

ah!"

While drinking "Motils" from the wine bottle, Lu Xuan began to listen carefully to the story of Qing Haichuan...

"Haha, Lao Meng is such a person. More than 20 years have passed and he is still as old as before. Maybe he was too anxious to grow up at that time. Now I have become like his big brother.

,Hahaha!"

He summed it up somewhat self-deprecatingly. After telling the story for half an hour, Qing Haichuan had already drank more than half of the wine in the jug.

"Hey, kid, have another drink, and I'll tell you how to drink it this time."

Picking up the wine bottle, Qing Haichuan poured half a glass for Lu Xuan.

"Ah ha, Brother Qing, I really can't stand this. To be honest, it tastes really bad!"

Lu Xuan, who had also drank more than half of the bottle of "Motils", also started to get a little carried away, and without talking to Qing Haichuan, he directly told the truth.

"It's natural that it tastes bad, but you didn't drink it right. Hahaha, boy, do you know the origin of the name of this wine?"

Picking up another pot of "Mortils" on the table, Qing Haichuan smiled and poured the wine into Lu Xuan's "cup" that was already half full of "Colleaf"

"Ah, ha. I don't know! Brother Qing, can you tell me?"

Looking at Qing Haichuan's "magical" operation with some surprise, Lu Xuan asked curiously.

"Hey, I know you are uneducated! Let me popularize it for you, brother!"

After probably drinking more than half of the pot of strong wine, Qing Haichuan's face turned red and he patted his chest proudly. He then told Lu Xuan the story of the wine.

"Colreve, this is the royal tribute wine of the Goose Country. Its original name is called "It's a craft first invented by French craftsmen. It was then spread to a residential island in the Goose Country through the Age of Discovery, because there are many coral reefs near this island.

, so the name of this wine was called Coral Reef by the locals, and was later transliterated into Coral Reef..."

While talking about the story of this wine, Qing Haichuan poured himself another glass of wine according to the pouring method just now, but this time he only poured two-thirds of the lid of the wine pot.

"This Colreve must be added with an equal proportion of Mortils to make it taste good. It can be eaten by normal people. Come and drink! The drinking method is the same as before! Little brother!"

As he spoke, he raised his unfilled wine glass, Qing Haichuan touched it with Lu Xuan and drank it in one gulp.

"Aha, why do you feel like you are being pulled further and further away by the pirate ship?"

Lu Xuan glanced at his full wine glass with some worry, then glanced at Qing Haichuan, who was enjoying the wine with his eyes closed, and then slowly brought the wine to his mouth.

"Huh? Why doesn't this wine have that spicy flavor?"

Feeling the same air around his nose as before, Lu Xuan was extremely surprised.

"Could it be that these two kinds of wine together really have extraordinary effects?"

He looked at the wine glass with some curiosity and some worry. After a fierce ideological struggle, Lu Xuan finally put the wine into his mouth.
Chapter completed!