Chapter 1040: Intoxicated Nigh (1/2)

With the gradual descent of the night, the world’s vitality gradually came to a standstill. Not every expert could deal with the cruelty of the frigid night in this six-times gravity region.

The giant wolf lay quietly on the ground, its luxuriant fur fluffed up in a gentle manner. There was a faint glow at the tips of each hair strand, which came together to engulf the creature’s entire body in a halo of light. This glow wasn’t simple at all—it actually blocked out most of the effects of the frigid night, and what little of the chill that got through was only refreshing for William of the Summit of Peaks.

Zhao Ruoxi kept on gazing at the bonfire, lost in her own thoughts. It was as though the cold of the night had been dispersed by the flames while the field of swaying red spider lilies painted the land with a hint of mysticism.

She let out a faint sigh, as though she couldn’t endure the pain and loneliness in her heart. Then, with a swipe of her hand, a jar of wine flew into her grasp.

The giant wolf’s narrowed eyes opened in apparent anxiety, not knowing whether he should stop her or not. This wine was the wine she had robbed from the natives, and there were several more jars nearby.

Even the six-armed general had fallen to the Red Spider Lily. Ordinary castles were like pulp in front of Zhao Ruoxi, with natives falling in droves with every blossom of the netherworld flowers. The few lucky survivors knew enough fear to run far.

Although William had never entered the Great Maelstrom, the werewolves were an Evernight race with ancient inheritances. Hence, his knowledge was just as deep and profound. He figured out the effects of this alcohol with just a few sniffs. He looked up, wanting to stop the girl, but he quickly recalled the stuff she had just revealed to him a while ago and felt a chill run down his spine.

Under that sweet appearance, Zhao Ruoxi was quick-witted and exceedingly vengeful.

While he was hesitating, Zhao Ruoxi had already opened the jar and was sniffing it. “Smells so bad!”

William nodded, hoping she would toss the jar immediately. However, Zhao Ruoxi poured two large bowls of wine after some thought.

She picked up a bowl and sighed. “I’ve always heard that wine can make people forget everything. I hope… I can forget him!”

She didn’t give William any time to stop her before emptying the receptacle. Afterward, she pointed at the other bowl and said, “Big Doggy, you drink with me as well!”

William’s expression was full of terror, yet he couldn’t say no to the girl. All he could do was brace himself to start drinking.

Zhao Ruoxi filled two more bowls and finished one herself. William knew he couldn’t escape, so he finished his own bowl as well.

After drinking two large bowls of wine, Zhao Ruoxi’s little face was flushed red and she became even more spirited. “As expected, drinking is quite fun! It doesn’t feel so bad anymore.”

William’s eyes were somewhat red, and his mane was fluffed up as he waved his tail about restlessly. He didn’t find this fun at all. The wine was burning his insides like molten flame—he wanted to vomit, but he just couldn’t expel the contents of his stomach.

Werewolves were naturally resistant to alcohol and medicines. The effect of this white-fruit wine was quite small on them compared to humans, on whom it might have an instant effect. Besides, William was a genius of the Summit of Peaks. He possessed outstanding talents and even more resistance to alcohol. Despite that, he felt something wrong with his body as his maturing male instincts began to stir.

He secretly became alert, knowing that he had to stop drinking. Before he could make up his mind, however, another bowl was poured out in front of him.

“Definitely the last one!” William decided internally while finishing his third bowl.

The jar was now empty after three bowls each. William had just heaved a sigh of relief when Zhao Ruoxi summoned yet another jar and popped the earthen seal.

Eyes sparkling, she tossed her head back while pouring the fourth bowl down her throat. She pointed at the bowl in front of William and smiled. “Come, drink water!”

How could William be willing?

The next moment, however, a small hand grasped him by the mane and pressed him into the bowl!

The fiery alcohol gushed into his nose and mouth, burning him like a stream of fire—it was inexplicably painful since the werewolf’s nose was especially sensitive. William felt that he was about to drown, so he had no choice but to drink the spirit up to escape that fate.

Zhao Ruoxi only loosened her grip when the bowl was empty. William lay prone on the ground, coughing his lungs out, and only caught his breath after a good while.

He hadn’t really recovered when yet another bowl arrived in front of him.

“Come, drink!”

William finally gave in to reality and lowered his head to drink. It was difficult to eke out a livelihood in this era—it would seem there was no easy work anywhere.

“Drink water!”

“One more bowl!”

“This is the last one.”

“This is the actual last one. What did I say just now? I’ve forgotten.”

“Enough bullshit, drink!”

“What’s so bad about drinking water?”