Soul-Slaying Girl: All the contracts I contracted are ancient divine weapons.

Chapter 285 Farewell Wine

Shen Zui happily put away everything.

He nodded with satisfaction and looked at Han Zhan with more friendly eyes.

"But just relying on these to convince me is not enough."

"Not enough? Shenzui, you're almost done." Old Bing reminded him from the side.

Unexpectedly, Shen Zui was not even moved by Bing Lao's words.

"If you want to take away the sword bones, you must abide by the 'rules' of the city where the sword is buried. Li Tugui, do you also want to violate your rules?"

Shenzui seemed to be sure that Mr. Bing would not object again, so he continued: "To get my approval, it's very simple. You only need to do one thing."

As he spoke, he led Han Zhan and Bing Lao to continue walking into the city where the sword was buried.

The entire City of Buried Swords was not as desolate and dead as Han Zhan imagined.

After entering the city gate, what you see are huge wine jars.

These wine jars were neatly placed and stacked together, looking like a tall mountain.

In addition to wine jars, there are also a large number of wine-making facilities, as well as materials being processed for drying, such as bones, skin and flesh, etc.

"Three people in one city, no matter how many times they come here, the one third you occupy is still the most chaotic."

Facing Mr. Bing's complaints, Shen Zui didn't take it seriously.

"My request is very simple. As long as you can drink this jar of farewell wine and not get drunk, you will pass."

Farewell to wine?

Is it what Bing Lao said was the best farewell wine in the world?

When Han Zhan thought of this, he couldn't help but look back and forth at those hill-like jars.

"Okay!" Han Zhan nodded in agreement without hesitation.

Old Bing put his hands in his sleeves and did not stop him.

Shen Zui suffered from lagging behind in information. If he were told what happened to alcoholic Sun Yun, he would definitely not make such a request.

Shen Zui raised his hand and a jar of wine flew into his hand.

Open the mud seal on the wine jar, and the rich aroma of wine will hit your nostrils.

The aroma, even a cursory smell, gave Han Zhan a feeling of ecstasy and made him dizzy.

He quickly composed himself.

As expected, Mr. Bing was not lying. This farewell wine indeed tasted much better than the wine sold in Fulongcheng Restaurant.

Han Zhan took the wine jar and took a sip.

An indescribable strange feeling spread from the taste buds on his tongue to his whole body.

Han Zhan suddenly froze and stood there blankly.

Seeing this scene, Shen Zui said "Hey" twice, took out two more small bottles of wine, and threw one to Mr. Bing next to him.

"My level seems easy, but I'm afraid it won't be easy." Shen Zui took a sip at the mouth of the bottle, and the wine tasted delicious.

Bing Lao took a sip with him and was not worried about the Korean War.

"Your farewell wine can be regarded as the best wine for you as a winemaker. If an ordinary person drinks it, he will probably fall into a coma for three days and three nights. Even the awakened person cannot resist it."

Wine is not intoxicating.

The reason why the farewell wine is called farewell wine is naturally because the guy in front of him added some special ingredients to the wine formula.

"Those who drink the wine of separation will see the things that are most difficult to let go of. Such things can be people, things, or any obsession."

"What really got him drunk was never the wine, but the 'dream' he saw."

The so-called separation is the hardest dream to wake up from.

Shenzui deliberately described the whole thing so easily and simply, just to make Han Zhan take it lightly.

He hoped that the Korean War would fail. This was a hope from the bottom of his heart.

The sword skeleton is the meaning of the existence of the Buried Sword City, and it is also the only thing left by Shen Zhongxia. Everyone has obsessions, and Shen Zui is no exception.

"That's my brother."

"Even if his son-in-law comes, I can't let him go."

"You didn't stop me or remind him, which makes me very strange." The last sentence was said to Mr. Bing. Binglao, who was suddenly mentioned, just raised his head and took another sip of wine.

"Actually, I also want to see what the obsession of a young man like him is?"

"I have faith in him."

……

Han Zhan took a gulp of wine and felt as if he was in a daze.

Then, one mouthful after another, he drained the entire wine jar.

His vision began to become blurry, his brain became dull, and a feeling of drunkenness came over him.

Han Zhan immediately activated Nuwa Stone's innate ability to decompose and extract alcohol from his body.

But even so, he still didn't wake up.

In the chaos of his consciousness, he entered a unique spiritual world that belonged only to him.

This is Deep Blue City.

Han Zhan looked at the dark clouds in the sky, and at the same time felt the strong ninth-level pressure and murderous intent.

The defenders of Shenlan City are organizing the evacuation of ordinary people, while others are rushing to the frontline battlefield.

"Why are you still standing there? Follow me quickly!"

Han Zhan was shouted down by a city protector and urged to follow the crowd in front.

He is an ordinary person now.

The faces of other dark blue people in the crowd were full of panic, uneasiness, and fear.

They are evacuating from Deep Blue City to other cities inland.

Han Zhan held his head, frowned, and seemed to struggle.

"What are you thinking about, A Zhan!" At this time, a familiar voice sounded in his ears.

Xia Youwei looked at him with worry and helped him take the gift package in his hand. "Let's run away quickly, everyone is waiting for you."

"Everyone?" Han Zhan asked subconsciously.

"Yes, Lingzhen and the others are all here." Xia Youwei said and pointed behind Han Zhan.

Han Zhan turned around and saw many familiar figures.

Li Lingzhen, Shang Siting, Gong Yangjin... they all carried packages and followed the crowd to evacuate Deep Blue, just like themselves.

Han Zhan's head hurt even more.

He always felt that there was something awkward about this scene, which made him stop again.

"Azhan, what are you doing?"

"Azhan, are you going to leave us?"

"Azhan, come on, follow us and leave here. Let's find a place with no one else, a paradise that belongs only to us!"

Han Zhan was so pleased with what they said. With the support of Yingying Yanyan, he had arrived at the gate of Shenlan City.

This place is far away from the battlefield, and even the sound of fighting has become quieter.

Wenxiang Nephrite is by his side, and there is an absolutely safe area in front of him. Han Zhan has already taken steps towards the outside of the city gate.

At this moment, he looked back at the sky in the distance.

Han Zhan saw a tall figure burning himself up. The figure turned himself into fire, lighting up the entire dark blue building!

"wrong."

Han Zhan stopped at the city gate.

He looked with burning eyes towards the battlefield where the figure was in the distance.

Step by step, unswervingly, against the fleeing crowd, we walked towards the front line.

With every step he took, the sword energy in his body became stronger.

As he walked back to the front lines of the battlefield,

In Han Zhan's body, the surging sword energy was like an angry volcano that was awakened and erupted!

Walking to the city gate, I woke up from the lingering wine, and felt all kinds of separation and hatred.

(End of this chapter)