"Well, let's take a sip, it's delicious. ”

One of the little chefs was like a strange millet with sugar, and his face was full of flattery, tempting Chu Xiangjun to drink the crystal clear and faint fruity wine in the basin he was carrying.

Chu Xiangjun didn't even look at him!

If you drink it, you will die, who dares to drink it?

Seeing this, the fat chef flashed a trace of doubt between his eyebrows.

This agarwood drunken brew is the favorite wine of Warcraft, why can't this Warcraft even look at it?

A few little chefs worked hard to induce Chu Xiangjun to drink, but Chu Xiangjun just didn't move.

In the end, Chu Xiangjun simply closed his eyes and covered his nose with two paws.

You can't drink it, and if you drink it, you'll die.

I can't smell it, and I don't know what kind of wine it is, but I want to drink it when I smell it.

Chu Xiangjun silently recited the spell of self-hypnosis in his heart.

The fat chef touched his chin and thought for a while, and suddenly slapped his head, his eyes flashed, and he took out a ceramic gourd bottle from his arms.

The chubby chef opened the bottle, and in an instant, a fresh fragrance spread with the breeze.

Chu Xiangjun's eyes widened, and the hara in his mouth unconsciously flowed to the ground.

What is that, it smells so good, I want to take a sip.

Chu Xiangjun only had this one thought in her mind, and then, she warned herself vigorously.

You can't drink it, and if you drink it, you'll die.

Is life more important or is appetite more important?

However, it smells so good, and if you want to taste it, you can take a bite.

At this moment, Chu Xiangjun deeply realized what it meant to be uncontrollable.

He said no, he couldn't drink it, but his body had involuntarily run to the edge of the cage, his tail unconsciously flicked up the circle, and his two eyes stared at the white ceramic gourd bottle with watery eyes, which was completely begging to be fed.

When the fat chef saw Xiangjun's reaction, a smug smile flashed on his face, and then, the fat uncle poured a few drops of the liquid from the ceramic gourd bottle into one of the basins.

"Give him a drink. The fat chef instructed the little chef in a very firm tone.

The little chef was skeptical, and brought the pot to the mouth of the monster.

Can't drink, can't drink, can't drink.

Chu Xiangjun had these three words floating in his mind, but his mouth unconsciously went towards the wine.

Sweet in the mouth, with a hint of fruity aroma, it does not taste like wine at all, but has the same taste as drinking fruit juice, but it is much better than fruit juice.

A large pot of wine was quickly drunk by Chu Xiangjun.

The fat chef was triumphant, raised the ceramic gourd bottle in his hand, and introduced to the little chefs as if advertising: "No monster can escape my drunken immortal brew, this is passed down by my grandfather's grandfather." ”

The little chefs' eyes lit up, and they looked at the fat chef with a proud face with adoring eyes, and when they slapped their horses, the fat uncle's tail was about to rise to the sky, and the corners of his mouth were going to rise behind his ears.

Under the starry gaze of the little chef, he opened the lid again and gave a few drops to each of the other pots of wine.

In this way, Chu Xiangjun drank six pots of wine one after another, and then fell into the cage with a bang.

"It's still tricked...... "This IQ deserves to be eaten."

Chu Xiangjun asked Cangtian speechlessly, and secretly rejoiced that he was fortunate that he was a soul wearer, and when his body was used as food, would his soul be able to travel back to modern times?

Rhubarb said that this mission is very simple, is it simply to let yourself experience what it is like to be an ingredient?