Chapter 244: Fighting wine

Blanche was still squinting at him. This small, unspeakable battle with a little venting color had attracted everyone's attention. Christ turned his body sideways to make himself see more clearly. Murphy simply picked up a roast lamb leg and chewed it. Obviously, he used the interesting thing that was about to happen under his nose as a seasoning added to the meat.

The two wine glasses placed on the table have been drunk. Under the influence of alcohol, Blanche's cheeks were covered with pink haloss on both sides of her cheeks, spreading along her ears to the entire front neck. Her eyes were filled with a slightly drunken charm, and her eyes and undisguised ridicule in her eyes and eyebrows.

Stewart felt like his throat was dry like a fire, and his throat joints moved hard, and asked in a dry voice: "What do you want to drink?"

For some reason, I just felt that Blanche was releasing an increasingly stronger temptation. This woman was not pretty, but she was a parasite. The cruel and harsh environment prompted many women in the wasteland world to protect themselves with force. Among them were genetic mutations, and there were also a large number of female killer battle groups under the command of "Demon Claws". In Stewart's view, they could no longer be considered women, just a group of death-making machines with the appearance of women and actually no difference from men in their bones.

Women still have to be like Blanche, which will really make men feel heartbeat and stimulating.

This logic sounds a bit confusing, but that's what Stewart thinks. In the words of civilized people, the object he likes is actually the soul in this body. But he doesn't want to let go of his body. Although his face is ordinary, his body is first-class. Especially the two legs tightly wrapped in stockings, they must feel a lot when touched.

"If you want to drink, just pour it yourself!"

Blanche leaned against the side of the back of the chair, with her legs raised high. The handmade and exquisite black tweed skirt was squeezed by her waist and hips, forming a shocking straight line between the base of the legs and the bottom of the group. From the direction where Stewart was, you can easily see the little black triangle in the center of the legs that could be blocked at any time.

"Don't worry! This bottle of wine has no poison and is very safe-"

Blanche drank the wine she had drunk and slid hard towards the direction where Stewart was. She raised her head and reached out to grab another bottle of unopened whiskey from the table. She grabbed the bottle plug with her fingertips and exerted force suddenly. With a "bang", the cork that had escaped the bottle's mouth had already split into countless tiny pieces.

"Give me this bottle-"

Stewart frowned slightly and said coldly. He already understood the sarcasm hidden in Blanche's words. Reason told him not to touch those untested drinks and food. However, the dignity of a man and the pride of a male creature made him have to show his beautiful tail feathers like a peacock in estrus.

"Let me try it first, make sure there is no problem, and you can continue drinking-"

Blanche was still leaning half-tilted. She raised her right foot, and her black high heels swayed back and forth on her toes, her loose brown curly hair rolling down her shoulders, holding a glass of whiskey that had just been filled. She didn't even look at the man opposite who might burst at any time. She didn't even bother to show her contemptuous gaze, so she simply closed her eyes and dried up all the wine in one sip.

insult!

Naked insult!

Stewart felt an indescribable anger in his heart that was rapidly expanding. No woman dared to speak in front of him in this tone. In his impression, women should be beautiful and obedient. They know how to flatter, how to make men feel more comfortable in bed, and how to use coquettishness to gain sympathy and care... However, Blanche does not belong to any of them. She is like a beautiful horse that is difficult to tame, and it seems that the rose hidden in the deep valley emits a strong fragrance, but her whole body is full of sharp thorns. Mom is so fucked. She obviously only has the power of a five-star parasitic, but I can't even raise enough murderous intention.

"Bang-"

Even Stewart himself couldn't explain why he wanted to open a new bottle of wine?

Because of anger?

Because I want to prove what?

Or should I change my image in this woman’s mind?

He could no longer find the answer. As the liquid level of the wine bottle continued to shrink, the stomach and intestines, which were stimulated by alcohol, also emitted stronger and stronger heat. The nerves became numb, and the thinking consciousness gradually became chaotic after a brief awakening. The loose ligaments could not tighten the muscles to form strength. He couldn't even stand steadily. The soles of the shoes felt much smoother than usual. After a few consecutive strokes, he barely held his footsteps and kept his balance, and sat on the chair with his body collapsed.

The two bottles of whiskey, plus the bottle of brandy that had been half drunk by Lin Xiang and others in Kaifeng, seemed to be three soldiers of different heights, with a concave belly, standing on the table in an irregular straight line. The circular chandeliers hanging on the top of the hall emitted bright and soft light, and shone with pale and dazzling reflections on all the highlights raised on the surface of the bottle.

"You, you guy...hahahaha! No, it's really bad..."

Opposite, Murphy, who was as tall as a legendary giant, raised his neck and poured a big sip of wine into the sky, raised his sleeves with satisfaction and wiped his mouth, and grinned at Stewart, who was slumped on the chair, "If you can't drink, don't show off. Just two bottles are drunk... Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk! Stuart, this is the first time I have seen you so embarrassed. In terms of mind, I am not as good as you. In terms of drinking, you are not the same as ten you.

My opponent. Look! I've got five bottles empty here. Where are you? I just flipped out two bottles of wine... Hahaha! It's so funny... Too much, I should have made a small camcorder and other things, record all the things that happened just now, and take them back for others to take a look. Stewart, who has always been smart and wise, actually drank like a half-dead drunk cat. This, this is really funny."

Everyone was laughing. There was never a lack of audiences in the matter of men and women fighting for wine. This little episode did not affect Klester's interest at all. Until Stewart sat down shakingly, he was still cutting the lamb on the plate with a dining knife and sipping a sip of wine from time to time. Lin Xiang, who was sitting next to him, had completely replaced the waiter's job. He had a smile on his face and slowly filled the wine glass in the air. At the beginning, Klester nodded politely. When the conflict reached a fever pitch and Stewart and Blanche began to fight for wine, his attention was completely attracted. Although he did not make any sound or intervene, it could be seen that he was very interested in the beginning and end of the little episode.

Viruses are very strange parasites. They will conduct comprehensive and thorough transformation of the host cell tissue according to their needs. These small things that cannot be seen with the naked eye are very clear - the stronger the host, the longer it can live. Therefore, they use every opportunity to crazily transform the host's body. The bones, muscles, and nerve transmission systems... do not miss any corners, and do not give potential opponents any chance to pose a threat.

According to the views of some military theorists and politicians in the old era, the strongest soldiers should have a rock-like will, a body cast like steel, without drinking water and eating, without any physiological venting or help, and simply human-shaped weapons that can only manipulate weapons to kill the enemy.

In the old era, many countries were secretly conducting similar research. There is no doubt that Rockefeller was at the forefront. They successfully obtained a large number of parasitic groups and used various types of substances to incorporate all hosts suitable for virus parasitization into the Skeleton Knights. But Rockefeller could never master and control the thinking of these people. Perhaps it was due to actual needs or biological characteristics that viruses did not penetrate the host's brain. They still allowed the host to retain memories, retain seven emotions and desires, and retain their yearning and pursuit of civilization, hope, the future, and all beautiful things.

Parasites can also get drunk.

The main component in wine that causes drunkenness is ethanol. After ethanol is absorbed in the stomach, it enters the liver through blood circulation for metabolism. In this process, part of ethanol that cannot be absorbed by the liver for a short time will enter the brain through blood circulation, inhibiting the vitality of the brain and causing drunkenness. Under the action of the adjustment of the human body's large circulation, these ethanol can only exist in the blood for a short time. The human body improves itself through sleep, help of external drugs and other means. The liver responsible for decomposing toxicity will also increase the working speed to the best state.

Viruses can transform the parasite's body to the strongest. However, they cannot violate the most basic biological laws and turn humans into machines that are unconscious and rely solely on programs. The parasite's liver detoxification function is stronger than that of ordinary people, but it still has a critical point that can withstand the limit. Once the toxins entering the body exceed the liver's processing capacity, they can only circulate in the body with blood. If the "toxic substance" consumed is wine, then the most direct physical manifestation is drunk.

Lin Xiang applied medicine to all the wine. This powerful calming medicine provided by Liu Yuchen is indeed very effective. It is colorless and tasteless and difficult to detect. A dose of 1.5 milliliters can make an adult bear die of drunkenness.

Not just wine, but the mutton on the plate is peeled and boned and baked after being drunk with medicine. The soup in the stewed pork is delicious, and no one can drink any extra seasonings added to it. As for cornbread... If you observe carefully with a microscope, you will be surprised to find that there are spots of white powder remaining in the gap formed by the silk on the slice fault.

Klester was right - no parasite can hold on for more than half an hour without any abnormality while using toxic substances. But he also did not notice the scene of Lin Xiang and others turning their backs to themselves and taking antidotes. They had already practiced these movements very skillfully, drinking, wiping their mouths, yawning... The opportunity for every finger to come into contact with the lips is the best time to swallow pills. The previous drill has enabled them to form a tacit cooperation. No matter where the focus of Klester and others' eyes is, a person will always be freed up to stand in the blind spots of their eyes and swallow small pills that can continue to maintain the detoxification effect as quickly as possible.

...

Stewart is in a very depressed mood now.

He was defeated by a woman, or a woman with a much lower evolution level than his own.

He once read several old medical books found in the ruins, and also consulted some doctors in settlements. According to the books and doctors, women's body structure is different from men, and their endocrine lyses are usually much faster than men. This hormone can decompose alcohol into water in a short period of time. Generally, women are indeed more able to drink than men.

It is one thing to understand in your heart, but it is another thing to accept it.

Surprisingly, Blanche showed no sarcastic expression on her face. She took out another bottle of brandy from the wine basket, pushed it hard along the table, and said lightly: "How about it, are you going to continue?"

Stewart's face was flushed. He gritted his teeth and stared at Blanche who was so frivolous. He opened his mouth, put the mouth of the glass bottle close to his lips, and clenched it tightly with his teeth. With the harsh and shattered sound of being crushed by the huge force, the thin bottle neck was completely broken. He spat out a few pieces of glass slags on his mouth, and wiped the mouth of the bottle full of wood chips with his hands. Stewart grabbed the empty cup in front of him and poured the wine as fast as possible.

"This is a very good game, I'll accompany you-"

With aristocratic arrogance, Stewart sneered and raised his cup. The moment the wall of the cup was about to come into contact with his lips, he subconsciously turned his head and looked at the brandy that was still in his hand and the mouth of the bottle was broken.

For some reason, gradually, he put away the smile on his face, his facial muscles became stiff and cold, and the eyes released in his eyes were filled with anxiety and doubts. He frowned, regardless of the slightest slant of the cup on his left hand, and a large piece of fragrant and yellow wine spilled out from it.

This is a bottle of Martell (Martell) produced in 2006. The hammer-shaped bottle is covered with two shield-shaped trademarks. They are like two closed hands, tightly closing the entire bottle mouth from the left and right. Even when the bottle mouth is completely broken, they still stubbornly guard their original position, biting their most precious treasures tightly, without any desire to relax.

Stewart's observation was very careful, and he was shocked to find that at the end of the right side of the label, there was a piece of paper with a very smile, the color was exactly the same as the connection. The posting method was very clever, it was surrounded in a circle, and the two labels were perfectly placed in it. Under normal circumstances, opening a bottle and pouring wine was done by the waiter. If you didn't see it by accident, you wouldn't have any interest in it.
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