The Little Fox Demon: The Eastern Demon Way

Chapter 170 Five Years Later (2)

The sky is clear, the sun is shining brightly.

Watch the sky break.

under a big tree.

Eight people sat under the shade of a tree.

Li Quzhuo, Li Zizai, Yang Yitan, Dongfang Rising Sun, Wang Quan Ba ​​Ye, Mu Shen Qi, Wang Quan Zui, Deng Qiyue.

Each of them has a jug of wine in front of them, and masks beside them.

Among them, the owners of three masks were absent.

After Wang Quan woke up drunk, he became a vegetative state. Except for the movement of the eyeballs, other parts could not move.

Deng Qiyue hasn't woken up yet.

Dongfang Rising Sun has brought Deng Qiyue to Deng's house, after all they need to know about Qiyue's situation.

But today is a mask party, Dongfang Rising Sun stole Deng Qiyue out.

At this time, Deng Qiyue was lying under the shade of a tree with his eyes closed, and his mask was placed on his abdomen.

"Time flies so fast, it will be five years in a blink of an eye." Mu Shen stretched out his right hand angrily, and picked up the flagon.

His hands were burned by pure Yangyan, and through Li Quzhuo's refining method, he refined a pair of magical hands.

Can only do simple actions, such as clenching fists and lifting things.

Unable to do dexterous finger movements, such as Kato Taka's hand.

The magic weapon needs to be cultivated, it is not as good as my own hand, and the strength of Mushen Qi has been greatly affected.

"Brothers, this jug of wine, I respect you, we will still be brothers in the next life,
Respect Zhang Zheng, Ji Wuji, Aoki Yuan, walk slowly on Huangquan Road, and wait for us brothers. " Mu Shenqi clenched the jug tightly, mana surged, and the cork was pushed open.

The wine is fragrant.

This wine is treasured by Mu Shenqi.

Puff puff--

The other five people pulled out the cork and raised the jug.

Dongfang Rising Sun sat beside Wang Quanzui and helped her uncork the pot.

"Drunk sister, your body can't drink alcohol, as long as you have your mind." Dongfang Xuri put the jug under Wang Quanzui's wheelchair.

Wang Quan's drunken eyes moved, looking at the jug of wine under the wheelchair, his eyelashes fluttered slightly.

"Do you want to drink? If you want to drink, turn your eyeballs up and down twice." Dongfang Xuri saw Wang Quanzui's eye movements.

Wang Quan's drunken eyeballs rolled up and down twice.

"I can only drink a little." A blue light flashed in Dongfang Xuri's hand, and a saucer appeared in his palm.

Pour the wine into a saucer.

Yang Yitan uncorked the jug and put a jug of wine in front of Deng Qiyue.

"Damn!" Mu Shen raised his neck angrily, opened his mouth, and poured the wine into his mouth.

Dongfang Rising Sun stood up, put the saucer filled with wine against Wang Quanzui's lips, and slowly poured it in.

Then he raised his neck and drank a jug of wine in one gulp.

Mu Shenqi's wine was finished.

With a wave of Dongfang Rising Sun's palm, mana was condensed into a talisman, which floated in front of the eight people.

Blue light flashed.

There was another jug ​​of wine in front of each person.

"I've finished tasting the proud wine. It's my turn to drink it. This wine is called Sleeping Beauty. It's 700 years old. It tastes very strong. A person with an average capacity for alcohol will sleep for three days after drinking it." Dongfang Xuri laughed.

These wines were bought by Dongfang Rising Sun from Tu Shansan's family.

"Skipping class, when it comes to drinking, I, Li Quzhuo, dare to be number two, and you all dare to be number one. If I get drunk, don't hang me under a tree, you must carry me back."

Li Quzhuo patted his chest, and said the most embarrassing words in the most arrogant tone.

"Don't worry, as long as you don't spit on me, I will take care of your journey home." Dongfang Xuri laughed.

"Drunk sister, you really can't drink this wine, it tastes too strong, why don't you take it home as a souvenir." Dongfang Xuri patted Wang Quan Zui's head.

Wang Quan's drunken eyeballs rolled up and down twice.

Dongfang Rising Sun looked around, and every face appeared in his eyes.

At the place where the mask was placed, he could see Zhang Zheng, Qing Muyuan, and Ji Wuji smiling and raising the flagon.

"Everyone knows me. I can't say the nasty words. You just drank alcohol. I said too nasty. I'm afraid I'm going to spit it out. The happiest thing in my life, Dongfang Xuri, is to know you. Compared with you, I found that I I used to be so handsome."

"I knew that the emotions that were finally brewed were destroyed by you!" Li Zizai, who was sitting closest to Dongfang Rising Sun, directly pushed Dongfang Rising Sun down, and scolded with a smile.

"Damn it!" Dongfang Xuri fell to the ground and poured the wine from the flagon into his mouth with a big laugh.

The other six drank in one gulp.

"Ah! This wine hits the head!" Li Quzhuo covered his head, "But the taste is really exciting. When did you have a twin brother?"

Li Quzhuo sees double images.

"Someone is almost drunk now. The wine I brought is fruit wine, which is a bit pungent, but the alcohol is very weak." Li Zizai lifted the bag behind him, opened it, and threw the wine into the pot one by one. The front of eight people and three masks.

Dongfang Rising Sun opened the jug and poured a little onto the saucer.

"I have no regrets in the mask, and I have no regrets in this life." Li Zizai pulled out the cork directly and poured the wine down his throat.

Dongfang Rising Sun put the saucer against Wang Quanzui's mouth, and slowly poured the wine into his mouth.

Wang Quan's drunken face was already a little red.

Wang Quan Baye sat on the ground blankly from the beginning of the party.

The drinker is silent.

There is a wooden box behind Yang Yitan.

He opened the wooden box and took out a jug in the shape of a jade bottle.

"Yulu juice, vitalizes energy and nourishes blood, and nourishes viscera. It is my grandpa's wine collection. I stole it."

Holding eleven bottles of wine, Yang Yitan first walked to three masks, each mask put down a bottle of wine.

Then put down a pot in front of eight people.

"I have very few friends, you are enough." After Yang Yitan finished speaking, he drank down his stomach.

The others drank it too, and the royal drunk was still a small dish.

"It's up to me next." Li Quzhuo hiccupped and took out eleven gourds from his backpack.

"Most people dare not drink my wine. First of all, it is pure black in color and tastes bitter. But after holding it for ten seconds, its taste will ferment and become the most delicious wine in the world. I call it bitterness and sweetness.

I hope that everyone will get through all the hardships and have a worry-free life in the future." Li Quzhuo propped up his body, and walked unsteadily to the three masks.

With a thump, Li Quzhuo sat down on the ground.

Li Quzhuo wanted to say something, but his mouth kept opening and closing, unable to say a word.

"Although a person dies without worries, this kind of worry-free...is not a pleasure." Li Quzhuo raised his head, closed his eyes, and two lines of tears flowed down his temples.

Wang Quan Baye stood up, slapped the sword box behind him, and eleven flying swords came out of the box.

There is a deep groove in the center of the sword body of this kind of sword, and the groove breaks through the hilt and the tip of the sword.

"My wine is called Jianzhongjian. These eleven swords are not real swords. Their sword body is a rare tartar. This kind of stone turns into wine when it meets water, and the wine contains gas."

This kind of wine is similar to carbonated drinks, but the strength of alcohol is much stronger than that of carbonated drinks.

Wang Quan put the three swords next to the three masks.

Wang Quan Baye held Jian Zhongjian, and a gourd was placed at the tip of the sword.

Pick up the gourd and cut it with the sword.

Peel gourds through the air.

With a flash of white light, the gourd was broken in half.

Dongfang Xuri and others held their swords across the water in the air, and the water flowed into the groove along the tip of the sword, and then entered the throat at the hilt.

After Wang Quan Baye drank the Jianzhongjian, he walked to the three masks.

Put the sword in your mouth, and spread the palm of your left hand.

With a twist of his neck, the blade of the sword crossed his palm.

A bloodstain appeared on the palm.

"As a big brother... I'm very incompetent."

The mouth was loosened, the long sword fell to the ground, and the hand of King Quan Baye pressed down one by one from the sword next to the three masks.

The blood flowed along the groove, from the hilt to the tip of the sword.

King Quan Baye lowered his head, looking at the three masks a foot away from his toes.

"My little sister also prepared a gift." Wang Quan Baye took out a long tube from behind Wang Quan's drunk wheelchair.

"Is Eleventh Sister's gift also wine?" Li Quzhuo asked with a smile.

Wang Quan Baye opened the lid of the long tube, and the inside was hollow, filled with things.

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Wang Quan Baye was embarrassed, so he held the long tube with one hand, but couldn't take out the contents.

"Leave it to me. King Quan Yang Guo." Dongfang Rising Sun took over the long tube.

Take out the contents of the long barrel.

It is a roll of paper.

Spread the paper out.

The paper is very long and laid over a long distance.

There is a picture drawn on the paper, a picture similar to a cartoon.

The first one is the masked members getting drunk around the king.

Wang Quan Baye was drunk to Wang Quan with a cake, with candles on it.

The second picture is Wang Quanzui clasping his hands together, making a wish with a happy face.

And Dongfang Xuri stretched out a hand, with a mean smile on his face, and the palm of his hand was pitch black.

The others have their hands behind their backs, and if you look closely, you can see their hands holding unknown objects, and they also have honey-sweet smiles on their faces.

The third picture is at the moment when Wang Quanzui blows out the candles.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

Dongfang Rising Sun rushed towards Li Quzhuo, and pressed his dark hand on Li Quzhuo's face, leaving a black handprint.

Li Quzhuo held something similar to toothpaste, and squeezed out a ball of light red paste onto Dongfang Xuri's face.

Aoki Yuan held something like a bubble helmet and covered Wang Quanzui's head.

With a pair of women's underwear on his head, Zhang Zheng pursued and killed Deng Qiyue with a sword.

Wang Quanzui remembered that the underwear stuck to Zhang Zheng's head.

It was Deng Qiyue who covered Zhang Zheng's head.

Yang Yitan was locked in by the God of Mu, and Ji Wuji put a set of women's clothing on Yang Yitan.

Li Zizai threw a pillow-like object on Wang Quan Baye, and the pillow exploded, revealing white powder inside.

This powder is a tracking powder and is very difficult to wash off.

The royal power and hegemony will be white for the next month.

On the last piece of the scroll, there is a line of writing.

One of my happiest birthdays——Royalty Drunk, with a smiling face painted on the back.

"Hahaha!" Everyone except Wang Quanzui laughed.

"Zhang Zheng in his underwear."

"Black Fingerprint Li Quzhuo."

"The rising sun of the East with chili oil on its face."

"White hegemony."

"Yang Yitan in women's clothing."

"Odd obsession with shepherd air."

"Help the emperor to abuse Ji Wuji."

"Qiyue can't be messed with."

"The stench envelops Aoki Yuan."

"With a dazed face, Wang Quan is drunk."

"The fanatic Li Zizai."

They laughed and recalled the passing of Wang Quanzui's birthday, and smiled, tears streaming down unconsciously.

They are very happy for this birthday.

Too bad it's the last time.

(End of this chapter)