Otherwordly Evil Monarch

Chapters 111~120

Appearing without a sound, Jun Wuyi smiled and winked at Jun Mo Xie before silently disappearing. Outside the courtyard, several hundred Jun Family guards quietly dispersed...

This was just unprocessed wine; it hadn't even been blended nor has the flavor been adjusted! The wine would have at least seventy to eighty percent alcohol content using the measuring methods from his previous life. It wouldn't be a stretch to say that this was pure alcohol!

One large bowl is at least half a jin of wine! Jun Mo Xie had actually taken pity on these brothers.

Jun Mo Xie appeared to have been thrown on the floor with his Xuan Qi suppressed, and the brothers never bothered with him from the start for fear that the others would take advantage of their absence to drink more wine. Naturally, the restraint was useless against Jun Mo Xie. In the beginning, he had remained motionless for fear of being discovered by these clowns, but afterwards had sat straight up to stare blankly at the seven brother's fierce competition. Finally, he no longer pretended to care as he stood up to stretch his limbs, folding his arms across his chest and continue to watch from the side, without anyone the wiser.

Only after a moment, a really long moment...

"Thud!" Dugu Qian was the youngest, had the lowest tolerance, and lost control the earliest; unable to prop himself up any longer, he fell headlong onto the ground. The sound of even breathing revealed that he had fallen into deep sleep.

Dugu Hao got annoyed by him and let loose an angry kick, sending Dugu Qian flying into the air; after that, he quickly proceeded to ladle out more wine.

"Thud!" Dugu Chong stumbled and fell on his way to the wine jug.

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

The seven brothers had all fallen on the floor, laying this way and that.

There's nothing to be done. The alcohol content was way too high! Even knock-out drops would not be this effective!

Although there are differences in alcohol tolerance, there are also differences in alcohol; these guys were so wasted they can't even tell which foot's forward and which foot's back!

The wine Young Master Jun had fermented this time was very strong, and the foreshot is simply more alcoholic than alcohol itself; although these seven individual's capacity for liquor was not shallow, they still never drank wine this frighteningly strong before. It's like someone who had only drinks light beers suddenly being introduced to sorghum wine. It wouldn't seem that strong at first, and one might be able to drink several bowls. But when the alcohol finally kicks in, it might take several days to wake up from this intoxicated dream, and even then one would not be completely sober, let alone these seven brothers of the Dugu Family who drank at least three or four king-sized bowls.

For the moment, thunderous snoring echoed out from Jun Mo Xie's small courtyard. Even though he had smoothly deescalated the situation, Jun Mo Xie's body was still twitching unceasingly because these seven brothers.

If you're going to sleep, then go to sleep, but you have to snore! Alright, I can let that go, but some of them aren't just snoring: grinding their teeth, whistling, farting with everything they've got...to an actual cadence! "Whoot whoot" Just as Jun Mo Xie was getting vexed, Dugu Ying had started whistling again.

Letting loose a flying kick right up his a**, Jun Mo Xie fumed as he cursed. "I dare you to fart again!"

The whistling stopped, but Dugu Ying was flipped over by the kick. Facing the sky, he mumbled to himself. "Great wine..."