Divine Doctor Poison Concubine is about to turn over

Chapter 638 Death Tribulation 8
in the restaurant.

"It's really delicious, it's so delicious." The white-haired old man smiled contentedly while holding the wine jar.

"..." Bei Mingwu.

"..." Bailimo.

There are already forty wine jars around them.

"Sister Wu, do you think he will die if he drinks like this?" Bailimo's head was full of black lines, and he was a little worried, after all, the other party was his savior.

The corner of Bei Mingwu's mouth twitched fiercely, and said in a low voice, "Probably not, he can drink very well."

"What are you whispering, don't worry, I am rich, I am very rich, and I will definitely not owe the debt." The white-haired old man said with a grin.

Beiming Wu was in a mess, she stretched out her hand and waved in front of him, "Do you know who I am?"

The white-haired old man blinked, looked at it for a long time, patted the table and said with certainty, "Aren't you the Cuihua girl who sells wine!"

puff--

Beimingwu and Bailimo laughed at the same time.

"Sister Wu, when did you become Cuihua girl, hahaha." Bailimo couldn't help laughing.

"He is drunk." Bei Mingwu looked at the sky speechlessly.

Could it be that his crazy appearance that day was not because of his brain problem, but because he was drunk.

"What are you talking about! I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk at all, the jar in my hand after drinking is 41 jars." The white-haired old man said with certainty.

"How much is this?" Baili Mo held out three fingers towards him.

The white-haired old man glared at him angrily, and said angrily, "This is three fingers, you think I'm stupid."

Baili's ink mouth twitched, he looked at Bei Mingwu, and said seriously, "Sister Wu, he is really not drunk."

It is impossible for a drunk person to still have such a clear consciousness.

Bei Mingwu nodded, he might not really be drunk, but because of drinking, his mind would become a little weird.

That being the case, why does he still drink?
If he encounters a bad guy, can he handle it?

The white-haired old man drank it from morning to night, and Bei Mingwu and Baili Mo stayed by his side.

Looking at the wine jar on the ground, they sighed.

Simply Dionysus!
After drinking hundreds of altars, there is no sign of drunkenness at all. He can talk and laugh, and his energy is particularly good.

"Don't drink anymore, I'll find a place to sleep." The white-haired old man rubbed his stomach and stood up with a satisfied expression.

"Old man, come to my house." Bei Mingwu invited.

The white-haired old man waved his hand and said with a smile on his face, "Thank you for your kindness, but I like to travel alone, so I won't go to your house to join in the fun."

"Where do you live? If I want to find you, where can I find you?" Bei Mingwu asked. She had a feeling that she would definitely ask him for help in the future.

"I don't have a specific place to live. I may sleep here today and there tomorrow."

"..." Bei Mingwu's mouth twitched, what kind of weird person is this?

Suddenly, the words "Mr. Jinghong" appeared in her mind.

The old man in front of him couldn't be that Mr. Jinghong whose traces are mysterious and erratic!

But at his age...

Is it Young Master Jinghong?

"If I take you away, are you willing to follow me?" The white-haired old man suddenly approached Bei Mingwu and blinked.

Bei Mingwu was stunned and asked her to go with him?
where to go?
Are you leaving Dongling Country?

But how could she be willing to be here.

Here is the Beiming Family, the Emperor's Uncle, and the Dongling Kingdom that she promised to protect...

"I can't go with you now." Bei Mingwu said truthfully.

The white-haired old man laughed suddenly, then staggered and walked outside, laughing loudly, "We will meet again if we are destined."

(End of this chapter)