There are quite a few wines that smell heavily. Basically, the quality of the wine can be tasted through the aroma of the wine. In addition, the pollutants have a special talent afterwards. He is particularly sensitive to smells, so he naturally infers the quality of the wine.

"Do you want to drink too?" The hunter said, "Wen Chong has been looking at him, to be precise, looking at the wine in his hand, and then asked.

"Well..." Wen nodded in a key sense. The quality of the wine may really not matter to him, he just wanted to take a sip.

The hunter hesitated for a moment and did not dare to drink Wen Chong, saying, "Although this wine is inferior, it is very strong..."

"The poor wine and strong wine... are just right to warm your body." Wen Chong said.

"Oh? You don't look like a fool at this moment, so let me give you a few sips." The hunter took out another gourd on his body and handed it to Wen Chong.

Wen Chong opened the lid of the gourd, put it down in disappointment, and said, "This is not wine."

"Of course, this is water. You can live without wine when you go out to hunt. If you don't have water, you will die long ago." The hunter raised his head and drank a little more wine.

"You should have given me some wine!" Wen Chong's eyes instantly showed murderous aura. He didn't want to be fooled by others.

The hunter looked at Wen Chong's eyes, as if he had seen the fierce tiger and leopard, and was stunned for a moment.

Bai Youmo seemed to have a sense of emotion, and through the spiritual consciousness in his mind, he said: "I said, can you calm down? How big is the matter, you will be determined to kill?"

Bai Youmo knew that these polluted media would not be able to become saints even after purifying them.

"What the lord taught me is." Wen Chong restrained his murderous intent and showed a silly smile.

The hunter saw Wen Chong giggling, then relieved and said, "This fool is so mad and harsh. I'm scared, haha."

Wen Chong tried his best to imitate the sound of sand and said, "Drink water cold, drink wine... a little bit, it's okay..."

"Yes... the weather is cold when drinking water!" The hunter handed Wen Chong the gourd containing wine and said, "But you can't drink too much, it's easy to get drunk, and it's uncomfortable to vomit when you get drunk."

"Gudonggudong..."

Wen Chong took the wine gourd, too lazy to say too much, so he directly jared a large mouthful, like drinking water.

"This..." The hunter felt that there were not many people drinking like Wen Chong. Seeing that the fool had drunk most of the wine in the gourd, the hunter quickly stopped him.

"Give it back to you." Wen Chong drank water in a small mouthful of water to dilute the smell of wine.

"Silly, you are so good at drinking. You will feel uncomfortable after vomiting later." The hunter seemed to have seen Wen Chong vomiting so hard.

In fact, at this time, it doesn’t matter whether it is wine or water.

The atmosphere suddenly fell into silence.

The hunter found a fork branch next to him and took out a pheasant next to the door. It turned out that the hunter had just entered the door and put down his prey first.

"Idiot, today you have a good fortune. I'll roast a roasted pheasant for you. Wait, I'll go out and deal with this pheasant." The hunter felt that a fool like Wen Chong was indeed a little pitiful. Making a roasted chicken for him to eat was considered to be accumulating virtue for himself. In addition, the hunter was also hungry, which was just killing two birds with one stone.

Wen Chong has had no worries about food and clothing since he was a child. Relatively speaking, his knowledge of survival in the wild is limited. Perhaps he has the ability to kill a few beasts, but if he can't cook, the meat of those beasts will be wasted.

However, Wen Chong felt that no matter how good the cooking skills were, they were in the wild and the limited seasonings would still affect the taste, so he would not have much expectations for this roasted pheasant.

The hunter sat there unmovedly when he saw the news. He smiled and shook his head, and said as he walked, "Fool."

"Fool?" Wen Chong laughed secretly in his heart.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!