Chapter 440: The life of the great love poet is also a life

The great love poet looked back at Antanas and Shinora.

He is considering whether to seek external help.

Logically speaking, these two eighth-level demons should be able to drink much more than humans.

But once they get drunk, it's impossible to stop these two sisters from going crazy.

If the last Tyrant Priest gets drunk, he will not be able to exchange identities with Pranay, and he must maintain a certain degree of consciousness.

Of the remaining two people, either he or Hyperion would drink.

"Huprieanne, how can you drink?"

The great poet of love asked.

"I haven't tried it much, it should be neither good nor bad."

Hyperion answered unsurely.

Hearing this.

The poet of great love looked embarrassed.

"Well……"

Hyperion looked at the poet's rare expression and hesitantly discovered that in her memory, Lanqi never drank alcohol.

Earlier at the Temple Villain Dinner, Lanci saw a very low-proof white grape liqueur. When Frey asked him to drink it, he just smiled and shook his head.

Could it be that Lanqi himself cannot drink? Is he afraid of drinking? That shouldn't be the case.

It was hard for Hyperion to imagine Lanci drunk.

But no matter what, Lanqi must never be allowed to accidentally consume alcoholic foods in the future.

"Why don't you let me come."

Hyperion moved a little closer and asked. She felt that Lanqi really didn't want to drink. It was also the first time she saw Lanqi was not good at something.

While the two men hesitated, Warden Deria sighed.

"Maybe I should prepare some juice next time? I feel like that would be more appropriate for you two delicate little princesses?"

Warden Dahlia raised an eyebrow in disdain, her tone unabashedly sarcastic.

If you don't even dare to drink alcohol, and you leave the safe zone and enter the upside-down road to rebirth barrier, you will be a coward and die soon.

"I'll be there."

The Great Love Poet shook his head at Hyperion, took a step forward, and took the glass.

He stared at the wine in the glass, hesitated for a moment, and finally raised the glass and drank it all in one gulp.

First, the lips and tongue are stimulated by the strong taste of alcohol, like liquid flame sliding through the mouth. This stimulation quickly spreads from the tip of the tongue to the throat, accompanied by a burning sensation, as if the throat is wrapped in an invisible heat wave. As the wine slides down, the burning sensation goes along the esophagus to the stomach. A heat energy source is slowly being released.

At this point, the inside of the body begins to feel the effects of the liquor, and heat begins to radiate from the stomach and gradually spreads to the limbs and bones.

Soon, the poet's body began to reject this extremely terrible liquor, including symptoms such as nausea, headache, and dizziness.

However, the state of confusion cannot affect his body.

He took a deep breath and calmly placed the empty wine glass on the table, making a crisp sound.

The Deria Warden on the opposite side was completely stunned.

Are you really not afraid of the pain if you drink this? Are you an expert? "Okay... okay..."

Warden Deria said in amazement,

"It seems that you are an opponent worthy of my full effort."

Her smile suddenly became brighter and more flamboyant, and the corners of her mouth turned up, unable to hide her excitement.

The warden's desk in the hall had become a bar, dotted with pale golden lights.

Warden Daria moved steadily but quickly, sliding the wine glass across the table, pouring a glass of wine into her own glass, and imitating the great poet's just-done drinking.

Then, she suppressed her pain and pleasure, her eyes flashing with provocation, staring at the great poet, as if to say: Follow me.

The poet of great love picked up the bottle, poured a full glass, raised the glass and drank easily, while his emerald eyes stared at the warden of Deria without moving.

There was no competitive look in his eyes, he drank the wine like tea.

“…”

Daria's hands were shaking a little. She had never seen anyone dare to drink with her like this.

It made it look like she was drinking wine and the other person was drinking tea.

I can't stand it, I must not lose today!

She was both angry and excited! As time went on, the atmosphere became more heated, and Warden Deria, who was drunk, gradually began to show signs of being slightly drunk. His words became more straightforward and bold, and he even deliberately made some exaggerated expressions after drinking a glass of wine, trying to irritate his opponent.

"It seems you can hold on, but this is just the beginning."

After each round of drinking, Warden Daria's face gradually turned red, but her eyes were still passionate and her smile was bright.

And it goes on and on.

Until finally, the poet of great love held the wine glass in his hand, but was unable to lift it up.

"Oh? You can't do it anymore?"

Warden Daeria gasped and asked the poet of great love.

"Milliam, help me."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The great poet of love simply spoke to Hyperion in a hoarse voice.

"Here I come."

However.

What Hyperion didn't expect was that when she grabbed the wine glass in the Great Love Poet's hand, the Great Love Poet still had no intention of giving up his seat.

Hyperion's pupils shrank sharply.

If she guessed correctly, the great poet opened her mouth slightly, and the look in her eyes meant that she wanted Hyperion to help feed her the wine and directly pick up the glass and pour it into her mouth.

Because of his great love, the poet's arms no longer had the strength to lift the glass.

"this……"

Hyperion's head was already buzzing.

"Are you awake and do you really want to do this?"

She was a little hesitant.

She actually couldn't tell now whether Lanqi was trying to protect her or really had a grudge against Lanfu.

Kelanqi's usual gentle eyes seemed to be telling her persistently——

Just trust me. I promised to help you with something and I won’t let you suffer.

Hyperion was so moved that her eyes were filled with tears. She wiped her tears with her sleeves and picked up the wine glass with gritted teeth.

If Lanqi says something is possible, then it must be possible.

then.

In the shocked eyes of Warden Daria, she saw Hyperion holding the back of the black-haired, green-eyed girl's head with one hand and pouring wine into her mouth, as if she was abusing her.

Love the poet behind.

"I was a little worried that the king looked calm and composed, but when I patted her shoulder, I found that she had passed away."

Antanas whispered to Shinora.

"Don't say such things. How could our king lose to a mere drink?"

Shinora warned Antanas with some dissatisfaction.

"But can you handle this strong liquor?"

Antanas asked, moving closer to Shinora.

"…I think he fell down a minute ago."

Shinola had to admit that Wang was really crazy when drinking. It was as if he didn't take his own life seriously. As long as he didn't die from drinking, he would drink until he died.

In this state, even the Deria Jailer on the opposite side was stunned.

I am not a drunkard at all, but you, my friend, are the real drinking saint!

There is one more chapter, finish it before 9:30

(End of this chapter)