The flood is an era when individuals and demons walk together. Many people's cultivation methods are like those of the demon clan, eating, sleeping, sleeping, and eating.

For the flood famine, eating is the first priority. As a kind of food, wine has a different meaning from later generations, and it is a daily must-have, and there is nothing bad about it.

The people of Nine Heavens City were hospitable, and Lu Wu did not twist, he steadily grabbed a large jar of wine with one hand and poured it into his mouth.

The old wine soaked the collar of the student's uniform, but several old students of the Nine Heavens Academy didn't care about his rude behavior at all, and let out a burst of applause.

The carved window upstairs was slammed open, and a jar of wine flew down.

Lu Wu caught it.

"Boy, I'll ask you to drink!" A hoarse and heroic voice came from upstairs.

Lu Wu couldn't wait to pat open the mud seal and sniffed intoxicatedly: "Incense!" ”

Lu Wu divided the family's coarse porcelain bowl.

Smelling the aroma of wine in the air, several robes and gluttonous insects who came with him were hooked out, and hurriedly got started.

The red cloth that Lu Wu casually threw out flew in the air again, and Nangong Yan's noble demeanor was incompatible with this shoddy porcelain bowl.

But the long, jade-like fingers only paused, and then poured the bowl of liquor into his throat.

"Happy!" Lu Wu applauded from the side.

The wine bowl was covered on his face, and Nangong Yan looked sideways.

A few figures appeared in front of the upstairs window, talking something.

Nangong Yan put down the bowl and heard the rugged male voice upstairs shouting:

"Come up and have a drink."

It seems that they are also monks of the Nine Heavens Academy, and Nangong Yan and his party have boarded the restaurant.

Every grand festival, there will be performances in the flood wilderness. The upper floors of the restaurant are excellent viewing angles, and they will be fully booked early. Only a few privileged people can book a private room in the best restaurant in the Nine Heavens City.

I don't know how many floors I climbed, Nangong Yan finally arrived.

Three men stood by the window, one unkempt leaning against the lattice. The other two are tall and graceful.

Speaking of who was the person who threw the wine and invited them up, the people sitting around the private room coaxed: "Ninth Prince." ”

The rough man laughed and gestured to Nangong Yan.

Drunkard? Nangong Yan raised his eyebrows, which was also appropriate.