Don't confiscate my citizenship

The poet of great love looked back at Antanas and Sinora.

He is considering whether to seek foreign aid.

Logically speaking, these two eighth-level demons should be able to drink a lot more than humans.

But if they get drunk, there is no way they can stop these two sisters from going crazy.

If the last Tyrant Priest faints from drinking, he will not be able to exchange identities with Pranay. He must maintain a certain level of consciousness.

Of the remaining two people, either he drank or Hyperion drank.

"How's your drinking capacity, Hyperion?"

The poet of great love asked.

"I haven't tried it much. It should be good or bad."

Hyperion replied uncertainly.

Hear the words.

The beloved poet looked troubled.

"Well……"

Hyperion looked at the rare expression on the beloved poet's face, and hesitantly discovered that Lan Qi never drank alcohol in her memory.

Earlier at the Sanctuary Villain Dinner, Lan Qi saw a very low-alcohol white grape liqueur. When Frey asked him to drink it, he smiled and shook his head.

Could it be that Lan Qi himself is too drunk? Is he afraid of drinking?

Probably not.

It was hard for Hyperion to imagine Ranchi being drunk.

But no matter what, Lan Qi must not be allowed to eat alcohol by mistake in the future.

"How about you let me come."

Hyperion came closer and asked. She felt that Lan Qi really didn't want to drink. This was the first time she saw Lan Qi doing something that he was not very good at.

While the two were hesitating, Warden Daria sighed.

"Perhaps I should prepare some juice next time? I feel like that would be more suitable for you two delicate little princesses?"

Warden Daria raised his eyebrows contemptuously, with no trace of sarcasm in his tone.

Even the cowards who dare not drink alcohol will die soon if they leave the safe zone and enter the upside-down barrier of the Path to Rebirth.

"I'll just come."

The poet of great love shook his head at Hyperion, took a step forward, and took the wine glass.

He stared at the wine in the glass, hesitated for a moment, and finally raised his head and drank it down.

First, the lips and tongue are stimulated by the strong alcohol taste, like a liquid flame sliding across the mouth. This stimulation quickly spreads from the tip of the tongue to the throat, accompanied by a burning sensation, as if the throat is wrapped by an invisible heat wave, and as the wine liquid Sliding down, the burning sensation travels along the esophagus to the stomach, and a thermal energy source is slowly released.

At this time, the inside of the body began to feel the influence of the strong alcohol, and the heat began to radiate from the stomach and gradually spread to the limbs and bones.

Soon, the poet's body began to reject the extremely terrible liquor, which was not limited to nausea, headache, dizziness and other symptoms.

However, the chaotic state cannot affect his body.

He took a deep breath and put the empty wine glass on the table without changing his expression, making a crisp sound.

The warden of Daria on the other side was stunned.

Are you really not afraid of pain if you drink it like this?

Is he a master?

"well……"

Warden Daria said in a daze,

"It seems that you are an opponent worthy of my all-out efforts."

Her smile suddenly became more cheerful and open, and the corners of her mouth raised could not hide her excitement.

The warden's desk in the main hall seemed to have turned into a bar, surrounded by pale golden lights.

Warden Daria's movements were smooth but quick. The wine glass passed across the table, and he poured a glass of wine into his own wine glass. He drank the wine in one gulp like the great love poet did just now.

Immediately, she endured the pain and pleasure, her eyes flashed with provocation, staring at the poet of great love, as if to say: Follow me.

The poet of great love picked up the wine bottle, poured a full glass, and raised his head to drink easily. During this period, his green eyes looked at Warden Daria motionlessly.

There was no competitiveness in his eyes, and he drank the wine as if he were drinking tea.

"..."

Daria's hands were trembling a little. She had never seen anyone dare to drink with her like this.

It looked like she was drinking and the other person was drinking tea.

I can't bear it, I can't lose today!

She was excited with anger and excited at the same time!

As time went by, the drunken Warden Daria made the atmosphere more and more lively, and gradually began to show his slight drunkenness. His words became more straightforward and bold, and he even deliberately made some exaggerated remarks while drinking a glass of wine. Expression, trying to provoke an opponent.

"It seems that you can persist, but this is just the beginning."

After each round of drinking, Warden Daria's face gradually turned red, but her eyes remained passionate and her smile was bright.

This goes on and on.

Until finally, the poet's hand held the wine glass, but he could not lift it up.

"Oh? Can't you do this?"

Daria Warden gasped and asked the Great Love Poet.

"Miriam, help me."

The poet of great love just said to Hyperion in a hoarse voice.

"I'm coming."

However.

What Hyperion didn't expect was that when she grabbed the wine glass in the hand of the great love poet, the great love poet still had no intention of giving up his seat.

Hyperion's pupils shrank sharply.

If she guessed correctly, the great love poet opened her mouth slightly, and the look in her eyes meant that she was asking Hyperion to help feed the wine, and he directly picked up the cup and poured it into her mouth.

Because the arms of the beloved poet no longer have the strength to lift the wine glass.

"this……"

Hyperion's head was already buzzing.

"Are you sober and do you really want to do this?"

She was a little helpless.

She actually couldn't tell now whether Lan Qi was trying to protect her or whether he really had a grudge against Lan Fu.

Kelanqi's always gentle eyes seemed to be telling her persistently——

Just trust me and I won't make you suffer if I promise to help you.

Hyperion was moved to tears, wiped her tears with her sleeve, gritted her teeth and picked up the wine glass.

If Lan Qi said it was possible, it must be possible.

then.

In the shocked eyes of Warden Daria, she saw Hyperion holding the back of the black-haired and green-eyed girl's head with one hand as if he was abusing the black-haired and green-eyed girl, and pouring the wine into the black-haired and green-eyed girl. Pour it in your mouth.

Love the poet behind.

"I was a little worried that Wang would look calm and calm later, but when I patted her on the shoulder, I found that she had passed away."

Antanas whispered to Sinora.

"Don't say such things, how could our king lose to a mere drink."

Sinora warned Antanas with some dissatisfaction.

"But can you withstand the strong drink?"

Antanas moved closer to Sinora and asked.

"...I guess I collapsed a minute ago."

Sinola had to admit that Wang was so crazy when he drank. It was as if he didn't regard his own life as his own life. As long as he couldn't die from drinking, he would drink it to death.

In this state, even the warden of Daria on the opposite side was stunned.

I am not an alcoholic at all, but you, my friend, you are the real alcoholic!

There's one more chapter, I'll finish it before nine-thirty