Chapter 0129 – What Do You Dream About When You’re Drunk-Absolute Returns

by GreatBrother(위대한 다오 형제)

"Can’t you be young enough to have a story?" I asked rhetorically.

The drunken devil laughed out loud, and I guessed that he must have charmed a lot of girls when he was young.

"What’s your favorite drink?" He asked.

"I’m not old enough to taste wine, so forget about spirits, something easy on the palate will do."

He’s been testing me with questions about alcohol.

That’s when his eyes fell on the empty jug I’d brought with me.

"What kind of wine did you bring?"

"How do you know it must be wine? Maybe it’s water, maybe it’s poison." I asked rhetorically.

The drunken devil smiled, picked up the jug, and poured himself a glass. He didn’t invite me, and I didn’t make a fool of myself.

"Why would I give you an empty jug?" He asked.

"How should I know? Perhaps the jug was sent to me because I wanted to ask you this question."

"How did you feel when you received the jug? Tell the truth."

"Honestly? You sure don’t like to hear it."

"It’s okay, you said."

"Then forget it, you’ll be angry for sure."

"I promise I won’t get mad, and if I do, how about a drink, which we have plenty of?"

"I was like, what does this old boy want?" I confessed.

The Drunken Demon’s body shuddered imperceptibly before he picked up his glass of wine and drank it down.

"Ouch!" He put down his wine glass, a smooth expression on his face. "Drinking is that good, you can forget all your troubles."

He had obviously only had one glass, but it was as if he had finished a whole jug.

"If you’re so upset, why did you come?" He asked.

"I want to know what kind of person you really are. Is it worth it for me to draw in, can you accomplish something with me, or are you just a punk who is addicted to booze and sex?"

A powerful demonic aura emanated from the Drunken Demon, and I had never felt such a powerful sense of oppression, as if mixed with a strange hint of alcohol, making me dizzy for a while.

I hurriedly operated the Heavenly Demon Body Protecting Technique, which was able to resist the Drunken Demon’s demonic aura and regained my composure.

Seeing my eyes clear, a hint of surprise flashed in the Drunken Devil’s eyes.

"Do you like to drink?" I asked again against his intimidation.

The Drunken Demon withdrew his demonic aura and asked rhetorically, "Of course I like to drink, is there any need to ask?"

"You’re a drunken demon, so of course I had to ask you if you like to drink."

"What do you mean?"

"A martial artist should be asked if he likes practicing martial arts; a musician, if he likes music; a painter, if he likes painting; a tavern owner, if he likes selling wine. But once in a while, we should also ask them whether they like what they are doing or not. So, I ask you again, do you like drinking?"

The drunken demon froze, staring straight at me as if he was recognizing me for the first time.

"You kid, you’re completely different from the rumors, I’m really appreciating you more and more."

"I’ve heard this phrase so much that my ears are getting calloused, and I don’t know who’s spreading rumors about me, I’ll definitely teach him a good lesson when I have the chance."

"If you want to fight me, you’d better drink some wine first, or you’ll regret it." The drunken devil said.

"What do you mean by that?" I raised an eyebrow.

"What’s wrong with drinking?"

He said, pouring himself another drink.

"What is this wine you are drinking? It should be rare, right?" I asked.

"You’re getting the wrong idea again, I, for one, don’t pick my wines, I drink anything."

He said, throwing the glass in his hand at me.

I looked at the glass, which had made a graceful arc in the air, and gently sniffed the wine.

"If I’m not mistaken, this should be ……"

"That’s right, it’s the wine from that windy tavern you always go to." The drunken devil said.

It seems that he’s been secretly watching me.

"Looks like I’m going to have to change my mind about you." I said, reaching for my glass.

The drunken demon smiled and opened his mouth as I poured the wine from my glass into his mouth.

The empty glass landed on the table with a soft thud.

Just this kung fu of picking things up from the air was enough to prove that the Drunken Demon’s strength was unfathomable. His every move was smooth and natural, completely unlike a drunkard.

"You’re not simple either, you can actually tell the origin of the wine just by its aroma." The Drunken Demon marveled.

"I’ve been drinking from that tavern a lot lately, so I’m more familiar with it. You are a drunken devil who is known to be able to smell and recognize wine, is there any wine in this world that you don’t know about?"

"There are thousands of wines in this world, how can I possibly taste them all?"

Despite what he says, the Drunken Devil is indeed famous for his ability to recognize wine by its aroma.

He drank another glass of wine, and his face became redder and redder as the wine went down. I originally thought that with the drunken devil’s drinking capacity, he wouldn’t get drunk even if he drank more wine, but I didn’t realize that he would actually blush as well.

"Drinking is a joy, don’t you think?" He asked.

"That depends on who you’re drinking with."

"Drinking alone hurts the most."

"This is a realm I have yet to reach."

"What a shame, how much fun you missed out on!"

He’s lying. When I was a prodigal, I used to drink alone. In those days, alcohol was my friend, my haven, and the demon that tempted me into depravity.

"You should learn to drink from me, it would be an honor for the Drunken Demon to teach you how to drink!"

"You’re right, my father didn’t teach me to drink, I’ll tell him tomorrow."

The drunken devil knew I was joking and laughed out loud.

The more he drank, the more crooked his body became, like a real drunk, and he even spilled a few drops of wine on his shirt.

I don’t know if he’s really drunk or if he’s just acting.

He looked defenseless, but I didn’t dare to be careless, because I knew that at this moment, he was the most dangerous.

If you want to fight him, you have to sober him up first.

"I always thought before that a drunken demon must not be able to get drunk from a thousand cups, so it seems that I was wrong." I said.

"Drunken devils are also human beings, how can they not get drunk from a thousand cups? Only those who don’t know how to drink will pour themselves into unconsciousness."

"You’re right."

"Li Xuan, have you ever tried to fight while drinking?" Drunken Devil suddenly asked.

"No."

"You should try it, it’s really cool, it relieves tension, overcomes fear, and even if you get hurt, it doesn’t hurt as much. I think that your strength can be increased by at least thirty percent. Maybe, those famous experts in history were all fighting while drinking."

He looked at the empty jug I had brought with me and said, "Go ahead, drink from it, it will give you strength and it will heal the hurt inside you."

I finally picked up the empty jug and slowly uncorked it.

"I’m afraid I’m going to have to disappoint you."

A strong aroma of wine instantly filled the air.

The drunken devil, who was originally inebriated, suddenly sat up straight and stared at the wine jug in my hand with a burning gaze.

He recognized the jug.

Instead of drinking, I put the jug back on the table and said faintly, “Borrowing wine to drown my sorrows makes them even more sorrowful, this truth, I understand.”

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