On the other side of the wine pool, Mu Chen found a carved red sandalwood wine case about two feet long. There is a blue-gray futon on each side of the wine table.

At this moment, the demon dragon was already sitting on one of the futons, and after beckoning to Mu Chen, he took out a stack of ink-colored jade bowls out of nowhere, according to Mu Chen's rough count, there were dozens of them.

These inky jade bowls looked the size of an adult's palm, much larger than the porcelain bowls used by Mu Chen to serve rice.

I saw that the demon dragon waved his big hand, and dozens of ink-colored jade bowls were neatly placed there.

Immediately afterwards, the demon dragon snapped its fingers in the air again, only to see that the wine in the wine pool actually slowly rose into the air at this moment, turning into a water dragon as thick as a jumping finger, and quickly swam towards the ink-colored jade bowl on the wine table.

"Sit down, drink!Dry three bowls first!Rinse your mouth!" The demon dragon laughed, then picked up the jade bowl closest to him, opened the bloody mouth that was large enough to stuff Mu Chen's entire head, and poured it inside.

Mu Chen reluctantly sat opposite the demon dragon, looking at the wine on the table with some hesitation.

In Mu Chen's memory, although his father Makino is not a drunkard, he is also a good winemaker, and there are dozens of jars of fine wine hidden in the wine cellar in the backyard of his home. But somehow, for as long as Makichen can remember, Makino has not allowed him to drink alcohol, saying that he must wait until he is sixteen years old before drinking.

But some of the people of the same age in the tribe started drinking when they were five or six years old, and at that time, Mu Chen could only watch silently, because Mu Ye's words were never wrong for Mu Chen, and he said that if he couldn't drink, he couldn't drink.

"Drink, what do you want!" Seeing that he had already finished three bowls, the demon dragon saw that Mu Chen did not make the slightest movement, and immediately frowned and said unhappily.

"My Abba said that you can't drink alcohol until you're sixteen. Mu Chen shook his head, although he was fragrant with wine, but his words were still deeply imprinted in his mind.

"Boy, I see that you don't raise your eyebrows, and there is a little sadness in your eyes, there must be something sorrowful, and after three bowls of wine, all sorrow will disappear. Have you ever heard of a saying, the only way to solve your worries is Du Kang! This Du Kang is the ancestor of wine, and future generations refer to the world's fine wine!" Seeing Mu Chen's appearance of the Dead Brain Sutra, the demon dragon slowed down his tone a little, and said to him seriously.

"Can it relieve my sorrows? If I drink it, I can temporarily forget the sadness caused by Abba's disappearance, my uncle's death, and the death of Sister Hongzhao?" Mu Chen was a little moved.

"That's nature, if it weren't for the fact that these fine wines could relieve a thousand sorrows, Uncle Ben's dragon soul would have gone crazy after being trapped at the bottom of the dragon abyss for nearly a thousand years. Come on!it!" the demon dragon said, picking up a bowl of wine and handing it to Mu Chen's hand.

Mu Chen looked at the wine in his hand hesitantly, the words of the demon dragon seemed to be still echoing in his mind, and the mellow aroma of the wine was also whetting Mu Chen's appetite.

"Sister Hongzhao, Xiao Chen misses you so much!" Mu Chen muttered, and then his heart was crossed, and he opened his mouth to drink the wine in the jade bowl after learning from the demon dragon's previous appearance.

When this wine entered his mouth, Mu Chen felt an incomparably mellow taste fill his mouth, but after entering his throat, the wine seemed to turn into a flame and went straight to his stomach.

After a few breaths, the wine burned like a fire in the stomach, but the burning sensation did not have the slightest sense of pain, only a burst of heat.

"Hiccup!" Mu Chen burped, and the feeling of heat came out of his stomach, and at this moment Mu Chen felt a burst of relief all over his body.

"Good! good wine!" Mu Chen couldn't help but say.

"Hehe, Uncle Ben just said, wine is a good thing, come!" The demon dragon saw Mu Chen's bowl, and immediately picked up the jade bowl again, and said to Mu Chen.

At this moment, Mu Chen, who was already dipped in wine, had already thrown Mu Ye's words out of the clouds, and when he saw the demon dragon picking up the jade bowl, he naturally did not show weakness, picked up a large bowl of wine, touched it in the demon dragon's bowl, and took the lead in pouring the wine into his mouth.

"Good boy! That's good! Come on! This bowl of congratulations Uncle Ben has finally waited for you for a thousand years!"

"!"

However, in the time of half a pillar of incense, dozens of bowls of wine on the wine table were drunk by the two. At this moment, Mu Chentong's face was red, his head was drunk, and his brain began to gradually become dizzy.

"Keep drinking, you kid, I just praised you, why can't you drink so much wine!" said the demon dragon, hooking his fingertips, and the wine in the wine pool next to him turned into a water dragon and filled the ink-colored jade bowl on the wine table.

Mu Chen's brain was dizzy, but he had not completely lost consciousness, and when he saw that the bowl was full of wine, he picked up the jade bowl and said with a smile: "Demon Dragon senior, continue to drink!"

It's just that as soon as the words fell, the jade bowl was just brought to his mouth, and Mu Chen's body fell to the side.

The demon dragon pouted and shook his head: "The amount of wine is really bad, Uncle Ben thought he could have a good time tonight......"

It's just that as soon as he finished saying this, the demon dragon's face suddenly changed, and he walked to Mu Chen's side, tore off his shirt, looked at his chest suspiciously, and said in amazement: "Damn! No wonder your dad let you drink! You kid is a pure yang body! It's broken, it's broken!"

The demon dragon shouted, hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "Damn, stinky boy, it's cheap for you, it will be decades later when Uncle Ben's body is reshaped!"

Seeing that the tip of Mu Chen's nose began to spill blood, the demon dragon raised his hand, and a column of water appeared out of thin air, wrapping Mu Chen in it, and then turned into an ice sculpture in an instant.

"Niang Xipi, it's already late, it's still too late, and Uncle Ben won't be able to get out later. The demon dragon muttered to himself, and as he spoke, he turned into a dragon body and flew towards the outside of the hall.

......

Mu Chen felt his head swell violently, as if it was about to explode at any moment. I opened my eyes with difficulty and found myself lying on a jade bed with my upper body.

"This ...... This is ......" Mu Chen rubbed his head, trying to recall, and suddenly, he exclaimed, "This is the bottom of the dragon abyss! I remember drinking with the demon dragon before! Where is my shirt? That demon dragon really doesn't have the habit of dragon yang breaking sleeves, and pouring wine into me is just for ......"

When Mu Chen said this, he suddenly felt a chill coming from between the two.

Mu Chen hurriedly sat up, looked at his lower body, and saw that the pants were still intact on his body, so he breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest and exclaimed: "The pants are still there, and there are no holes, it's okay!"

"Yo, boy, wake up, your dad is right, you are not allowed to drink before you get married......" The demon dragon's resentful voice came from outside.

Mu Chen raised his head, and the demon dragon came in from outside with a sad face, looking at Mu Chen's gaze as if Mu Chen had done something bad to him yesterday.

"Demon Dragon Senior, what's wrong with you......"