Ge Yu shook his head, feeling that he must have drunk too much. Yang Fan was clearly staying at home, so how could he appear in front of him?
If you drink too much, you must have drunk too much... There were hallucinations in front of you. Ge Yu smiled bitterly, picked up the eighth bottle of white wine again, drank half of it in one breath, shook his slightly drowsy head again, and looked at the opposite side, and found that there was still someone sitting opposite... It looked like Yang Fan.
"Xiao Yu... Stop drinking, your body will be broken..." A familiar voice came from the opposite side, causing Ge Yu to shudder all over his body, and he seemed to have woken up a little.
I heard it correctly. The sound was from Yang Fan. She really came...
Ge Yu narrowed his eyes and looked at the person less than one meter away from him. It was really Yang Fan. He immediately said excitedly: "Sister Xiaofan... How did you come out... You are not..."
"Don't ask me how I got out. I just want to tell you that no matter what, you can't be depressed. You have to cheer up. What I like is the sunny and indomitable Ge Yu, the man who can go up to the mountain of swords and seas of fire, is not the man who wants to use wine to ruin his body when he is frustrated. For me, you have to cherish your body, and you can't do this..." Yang Fan frowned and said with some distress.
"Sister Xiaofan...is it really you?" Ge Yu's eyes were blurred and he slowly stretched out his hand, trying to grab Yang Fan's soft little hand.
But Yang Fan quickly withdrew his hand, looking like he was avoiding a snake and a scorpion, as if he was very afraid that Ge Yu would grab her hand.
Although Ge Yu drank too much, his mind was still a little clear-headed. With their current situation, Yang Fan would never not let him touch her.
Taking a deep breath, Ge Yu instantly opened his eyes and looked at Yang Fan again. It didn't matter when he saw it. He immediately frightened Ge Yu and found that the person sitting in front of him was not Yang Fan, but the demon Aunt Feng in his spirit gathering tower.
In fact, when Aunt Feng appeared just now, people around him felt something abnormal. Originally, the weather was already a little hot when spring and summer were intersecting, but when Aunt Feng appeared, the air suddenly became extremely cold. The air within a radius of more than ten meters suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees, making everyone around him tremble.
Some people wanted to see if Ge Yu could finish the remaining bottles of white wine, but they couldn't stand it anymore, and people kept getting up and leaving.
However, some people insisted on staying and looked at Ge Yu.
As a ghost demon, Aunt Feng has a superb Taoist craft, so naturally no one else can see its existence, only Ge Yu can see it.
In the eyes of everyone, everyone felt that Ge Yu was drinking too much and was talking to himself in the air. In fact, Ge Yu was talking to Aunt Feng.
"Aunt Feng...what are you doing?" Ge Yu looked at Aunt Feng in confusion and said.
Seeing that his identity was exposed, Aunt Feng returned to her former appearance, wearing a blood-red wedding dress, but her face was fair and beautiful. She looked a little flustered and lowered her head and said, "Master... I'm sorry, I think you are too sad, so I used some means to confuse you and make you mistakenly think that I am Yang Fan. I have seen all your affairs. I really don't want to see you trapped by love, so I want to turn into Yang Fan's appearance and come out to comfort you a few words."
Aunt Feng was also kind-hearted. Ge Yu was not angry, but just smiled bitterly and said, "Thank you, Aunt Feng, your resentment seems to be resolved... For so long, you have followed me, are you a little regretful? You almost lost your soul several times..."
"Master, in fact, in the western-style building that day, I should have lost my soul. It was Yang Fan begging you to take me in and help find my son and descendants... I am so grateful to you, so I wouldn't complain at all, but I don't want to see you so depressed... I feel very uncomfortable when I see you like this..." Aunt Feng said worriedly.
"Aunt Feng, don't worry about me. I just want to get drunk today and be the same as me tomorrow. Do you want to have a few glasses of wine with me?" Ge Yu looked at Aunt Feng and said.
"Okay, since you want to drink so much, I'll have a few drinks with you..." Aunt Feng said.
"Boss, give me some wine, and then I'll have ten bottles of white wine..." Ge Yu greeted the boss.
Hearing Ge Yu say this, the boss of the food stall almost slipped out and walked under the table. From beginning to end, the boss of the food stall watched Ge Yu drink there. He had done almost nine bottles of white wine alone, but he had to drink it. Even if he had the alcohol tolerance, the boss would not dare to sell him alcohol. He was really worried that people would die of drinking here, so he would also have to bear a lot of responsibility.
However, the boss still walked to Ge Yu's side, hugged his shirt, which was trembling with cold, and said tremblingly: "This little brother, you have drunk too much tonight... You can't drink anymore, we're almost closed here..." Ge Yu was very unhappy when he heard this, and looked at the boss in a daze and said: "Don't talk nonsense, you have enough money!"
As he said that, Ge Yu took out a few hundred dollars and slapped it on the table, looking at the boss in a daze.
The boss felt even colder after being looked at by Ge Yu's eyes. For some reason, he felt that the young man had an indescribable aura. He was afraid and did not dare to collect the money. So he brought out ten bottles of white wine and placed it on Ge Yu's table.
Ge Yu opened the white wine, asked the boss for a cup, placed it next to Aunt Feng, and started drinking it.
Ghosts cannot drink alcohol, but Aunt Feng, as a demon, did not drink it with her mouth. Ge Yu poured it a glass of wine. Aunt Feng just needed to put her nose over and suck it gently, and the wine in the cup would immediately turn into a wisp of white mist and drill into its nostrils, and the wine in the cup would disappear.
During festivals, many people will worship their deceased relatives at home. If the deceased relatives like to drink during their lifetime, many people will also place some wine bottles on the altar.
After a while, many people will find a problem. The wine in the bottle is rotten and tastes like clear water. This means that the wine has been enjoyed by the deceased ancestors.
But Aunt Feng is different. Its wise tradition is very high. The wine can be completely turned into a ball of breath and enjoyed by Aunt Feng. Ge Yu just drinks it by himself and Aunt Feng. He enjoys it.
Chapter completed!