The sun, which was called "Nirvana" by the Orientals, fell to the other side of the ruined walls of the Raven Castle. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

White Night stood in front of the Green Knight's Tavern and watched as the orange candle flame lit up through the window, banishing the darkness out of the room.

He tightened his thin clothes, and tried not to let the cold darkness enter, Lumir had been in the tavern for a while, what was going on inside? Isn't Shamara here? No way, if the leader of the thieves' guild wasn't in the Green Knight Tavern, Lumir would have come out and tell himself. But since Shamara was inside, why didn't he summon himself in?

White Night didn't want to think about why.

Just when the street child was nervous, Lumir finally drunkenly pushed the door out, and his steps were fluttering and he almost fell.

"What's the matter, why has it been so long, does Shamara agree with me?" asked Bai Ye impatiently.

Lumir, who barely stood against the wall, shook his hand with difficulty, and Bai Ye's heart suddenly sank.

"Shamarata...... ...... vomit"

Lumir stammered, but before he could finish his sentence, he crouched down and vomited.

What the hell, before entering the tavern, Lumir specially instructed himself not to follow up without permission, and to wait for him to come out. Standing at the door like a fool blowing the cold wind for half a night, he thought that something troublesome had happened to make him scared, but he just went in to drink?

Bai Ye felt that he had been tricked, a wave of anger rose from the bottom of his heart, he cleared his throat, and forcibly held back no sarcasm, now that he has a request for others, he must not offend Lumir like this.

Patiently waited until Lumir finished spitting, and then Bai Ye gritted his teeth and pretended to be concerned: "Are you okay, do you want me to pour you a glass of water." ”

"No," Lumir hiccuped, and said in a slurred voice, "I'm here for you to come in and continue drinking." ”

"What!"

White Night stepped forward sharply and helped Lumir up: "You mean, Shamoro is willing to discuss cooperation with me?"

"Just drinking......," Lumir laughed, "I didn't say that the president agreed to talk about cooperation." ”

Looking at the light flickering in his old friend's cat's eyes, Bai Ye realized that he was getting drunk with Shamoro to get himself a chance to talk.

"Good brother!" White Night hugged Lumir's shoulder with some apologetic feelings, and helped him push the door into the tavern.

Although it was time for drinking and merry, the Green Knight Tavern was empty and deserted at the moment, except for a stout man with a golden ponytail sitting at a table full of empty wine glasses.

"Lord Shamoro, I've got you something to drink!" exclaimed Lumir with a grin.

"I told you, don't call me by my name in front of outsiders!" Shamara propped his chin on his hand and yawned, "This is your brother who used to ask for food with?

White Night helped Lumyr to sit down next to Shamoro, and then nodded to the Thieves Guild, "Hello, my name is White Night. ”

"Do you think I can remember your name in my current state," Shamaro waved his hand, "Stop talking nonsense, boy, how much can you drink?"

"I don't know. ”

"What do you mean I don't know?"

"It's like, I don't know what I mean by how much I drink. ”

"Cut, it's not like you haven't drunk a bar. ”

"I've drunk it many times," Hakuya replied stiffly, "but I've never been drunk, so I don't know how much I drink." ”

Shamo Luo stared at a pair of round eyes, swept the white night with a sincere expression up and down, and suddenly sneered: "Why are there nonsense guys everywhere today, Lao Tzu will poke your cowhide!"

"Boss, roar on ten cups of fire!"

Lumir hiccuped in surprise and exclaimed, "Yes...... President, even if a cow drinks two cups of fire and roars, it can get drunk and faint, ten cups is not too much. ”

"Phew, I didn't let you drink any shit, what are you nervous about. Shamoro scolded, he turned to Bai Ye and said, "How about it, boy, we have five cups each, do you dare to drink it?"

At this moment, a bald uncle with a full face and beard came over with a tray with ten glasses of red fiery roaring wine, and a spicy smell of wine could be smelled from afar.

The bald man put the tray on the table, scratched his beard, and couldn't help but remind: "This wine is very rushed, it's best to only take a little at a time, otherwise it's easy to choke, there was a customer who drank half a glass in one gulp and vomited blood directly." ”

"Ahem, don't say a word, no one treats you as dumb. ”

Shamoro coughed a little embarrassed, he picked up a cup, and was hesitating how much to drink in one sip, how about a tenth, wouldn't drinking too little weaken his momentum, and let these two little cubs look down on themselves!

While he was thinking about it, Shamara suddenly saw Bai Ye pick up a glass of fire roaring wine without hesitation, and drank it all with his head up.

"Hey!" exclaimed to the few people present, and Shamoro's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Bai Ye threw the empty wine glass on the table, and was stunned for a while without saying a word, and suddenly he shuddered.

"Quick! Call the doctor, this kid is going to die!"

Shamaro shouted at Lumir, who got up from his seat in a panic and was about to run out, only to see the white night silently pick up a cup of fire and roar and drink.

"This wine is good, it was cold enough outside just now, and it warmed up immediately after drinking a glass. ”

Bai Ye put down the second empty cup and smiled contentedly.

Shamoro looked at Lumir blankly, then at the bald boss, and suddenly slapped the table with a sudden realization: "I know, his grandmother's, you dare to fool us with fake wine, believe it or not, Lao Tzu burned down your broken tavern!"

"How dare this," the boss waved his hand in a panic: "How dare I deceive my lord, this is a real roar of fire, I have enough devil pepper and spicy cinnamon in it, and the juice of the fire flower is dripping, everything is according to the recipe." ”

"I'm here!" Shamala also picked up a cup of fire and roared, raised his head and took a big sip: "Dare to be hard-mouthed when you are dying, Lao Tzu will taste your fake wine now, and after drinking, you see that I will not be killed...... Huh!"

The wine glass fell off from his hand and shattered to the ground, and the bright red wine splashed all over the floor, and wisps of white smoke actually burned. Shamoro clenched his throat desperately, and suddenly his eyes rolled, and he fell to the ground with his head on his back, and his whole body convulsed.

"President!" Lumir pounced and shook Shamaro with a desperate face, "Don't scare me, what's wrong with you?" President, are you alright!?"

The bald boss wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and breathed a long sigh of relief: "I'll just say that this wine is true, whoever drinks it knows!"