Wine table culture, pure dregs culture.

But in some things, for some people, the wine table culture is indeed a path that is always envisioned, such as the Berserker.

They are addicted to alcohol and regard drinking as the top priority in life. According to particularly incomplete statistics, at least fifty percent of the people in this world who die due to excessive drinking or misconduct in drinking are berserkers.

Of course, the remaining fifty percent are social animals.

Therefore, among the Berserkers, drinking is often a wonderful way to connect and communicate and do things. In the face of most disputes, this group of people only drink besides wrestling and fighting. It seems that in their dictionary, everything can be summarized in the two words "fighting" and "drinking".

Of course, if you think this is a bold expression of the Berserker, you will be fooled.

“It’s here.”

At the deepest part of the tavern, a table was placed in a room that looked no different from an ordinary room, and a large pile of glass bottled spirits were next to it. Noxsa closed the door, took out a piece of paper and handed it to Zhou Li.

"The rule is very simple. In an hour, whoever calculates first will lose."

He handed Zhou Li the contract with the Justice Church's emblem, and Noxa said generously: "Get friends with alcohol. As long as I fall down, the Berserker Blood Wine will be yours, and I will support you to become a leader."

"But if you fail."

Noxsa smiled and sat on the chair, holding a bottle of wine in one hand, "Vine-thorn silver is mine."

"At the same time, if you fail or not, you will forget all this as long as you walk out of this house, do you agree?"

"good."

Zhou Li had no objection and signed his name happily. He placed the contract on the table and placed the glass bottle containing red dew on the table. Noxsa twisted his neck and signaled Zhou Li to sit in front of him.

"This wine should be quite strong."

After slamming the bottle of wine in his hand, Zhou Li nodded with satisfaction. Noxsa was a little surprised and asked, "

"Does Mr. Brave love drinking?"

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"Does Mr. Zhou Li love drinking?"

Relying on the car door and lit a cigarette, Luo Ya, who was in a complicated mood, looked at the signboard of the Lixao Tavern and asked Aluma on the side, "Has he really drunk these savages?"

"Zhou Li doesn't like drinking, and he doesn't seem to be able to drink."

Eluma first answered the previous question, then she was stunned for a moment, turned her head, and asked curiously: "Oh? Why do you want to ask Zhou Li if you can drink?"

"Um?"

Luo Ya's hand lit up, his brow frowned and asked in confusion: "Didn't Mr. Zhou Li go to the competition to drink?"

"Why?"

Aluma tilted her head in confusion, hesitated for a moment and asked slowly:

"They shouldn't be..."

Bang!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The wine bottle in his hand cracked, leaving only the fine glass slags refracting candlelight in the dim room. Zhou Li held the broken wine bottle enchanted by the black fog and stepped on the table. Looking at Noxa who was lying on the table with an incredible look on his face, Zhou Li patted his face and said regretfully:

"You have such a poor alcohol tolerance, you'll pour it into one bottle?"

"How do you... know?"

Unpredictable, Noxsa, who was knocked down by the enchanted +14 artifact wine bottle, raised her hand, then lowered her powerlessly, and asked in grief and anger: "Why, do you, do you know?!"

Looking at Noxa who was crying and seeing the sadness of Noxa, Zhou Li sighed lightly. He threw the bottle of wine aside and sat beside Noxa and said earnestly: "Can you invent your teammates using their blood rage to stack, eat concentrated peppers to put blood rage to deceive the enemy. Each of them has a bottle of poison-tempering weapons. Do you think I will compete with you for drinking?"

"Silly kid, the old folds on your face were almost able to stop when I signed the contract. Do you think I can't see it?"

Yes, the so-called "Berserkers' drinking feast" is actually a trap. It is the method of these belligerents who look like reckless men but are actually making a fortune for nothing. Once someone is really tempted, he chooses to engage in the so-called "bet" with the berserkers. They will first drink the wine that has been prepared for the medicine, and then be knocked down by the berserker with a stick, and then they will directly lose the bet.

The contract only says "Falling first means losing", but it doesn't mean it's drunk.

“Play a word game?”

Zhou Li put Noxa on the chair and said with a smile: "The last one who played a word game with me was called Atalona. Now I have to take myself out. Now I have to give you two choices, one is to honestly hand over the blood of the Berserker to me."

"Where is the second one?"

Hearing Noxa's intermittent questions, Zhou Li stepped forward and showed a very kind smile and a kind tone. However, Noxa felt like falling into an ice cave.

"You're a smart person, you won't want to know."

Silence is the bridge of cambridge tonight.

After about a minute, Noxsa sighed and stretched out her hand. The glass bottle shattered and the red liquid dissipated in the air. The contract on the side was suspended in the air, turning into a red pearl and jade falling on the table.

"Take it."

Noxa looked at Zhou Li and said helplessly and emotionlessly: "Actually, when I saw the vine thorn silver, I knew that I must hand over the pearls and jade. It would be easy for the people who can handle the hunter union to deal with us. I just wanted to see if you are the righteous brave men in their rumor."

"uh-huh."

Zhou Li put the Berserker blood wine in his hand with black fog, and then asked Noxa: "How do you feel when you see me now?"

Hearing this, Noxa, who had just recovered a little, grinned, stretched out her hand, gave her a thumbs up, and said calmly: "Zhong, you can do it with you."

"Tomorrow at 9:00 am, the Jordanian Government Hall."

Zhou Li put his hand on the door handle, and his body paused suddenly. Then he pushed open the door and left the room without looking back, leaving only one sentence.

"If you want to do well, you can pass the New York Tower first."

"rest assured."

Noxa, who was lying on the chair, waved his hand and watched Zhou Li's back disappear into the secret room. Feeling the pain on his forehead and the strange feeling left by the black fog, Noxa smashed his mouth with lingering fear, and said to whom:

"I am so smart, powerful, and know how to make choices. The most important thing is that I am cruel and ruthless. I really have to thank you this time."

He forced himself to hold his body, turned around, looked at the gradually reappearing figure in the shadow, and said to him with a glad tone:

"Old man, you're right. I can't afford to offend this kid, nor can I mess with you."

"I'm glad you believed me, Mr. Noxsa."

The old man, as thin as a bone, walked out slowly. He was wearing a white robe with a balance pattern, his hands were wrapped in bandages, his thighs were embedded with external mechanical bones, and his exposed skin was covered with magic stripes. He clasped his hands together, his old face was full of plainness and piety. After pointing out the pattern of the balance on his chest, the old man's voice sounded in the secret room:

"The God of Justice teaches us that everyone who gives will gain something. You have saved me, so I deserve to repay you."

"One code is the same as one code, I still have to thank you."

Looking at the old man in front of him, Noxa was extremely grateful for the decision he made in the desert at this time. He looked at the old man and slowly said his name:
Chapter completed!