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, and shook his slightly groggy head again.

Looking at the opposite side, I 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, so that I can go up to the mountain and down the sea of ​​fire.

The man is not the man who is frustrated and wants to use wine to ruin his body. For me, you should cherish your body. You can’t do this anymore..." 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 his own spiritual gathering tower.

The Demon Phoenix Aunt in the Demon.

In fact, when Aunt Feng appeared just now, people around him felt an abnormality. 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 and square.

The air of more than ten meters dropped by more than ten degrees at once, 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 previous appearance and was wearing a blood-red wedding dress. However, her face was fair and beautiful. She looked a little flustered and lowered her head and said, "Master... I'm sorry, I'm

You are so sad, so I used some means to confuse you and made 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

Looks like I'll 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, do you feel a little regretful after following me?

It's gone, I almost lost my soul several times..."

"Master, in fact, in the western-style building that day, I should have lost my soul. It was Yang Fan who begged you to take me in and help find my son and descendants... I am so grateful to you, how could I do it?

I had some complaints, but I didn't want to see you feel so depressed... I felt very uncomfortable when I saw 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 owner of the food stall almost slipped out and walked under the table. From beginning to end, the owner of the food stall watched Ge Yu drink there, and did almost nine bottles of white wine alone.

He actually wanted to drink it. Even if he had the alcohol tolerance, the boss would not dare to sell it to him. He was really worried that people would die of drinking here, so he would have to bear a lot of responsibility.

However, the boss still walked to Ge Yu's side, hugged his shirt, which was trembling with coldness, and said tremblingly: "Brother, you have drunk too much tonight... You can't drink anymore, we're about to close 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 can keep 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. He didn't know why, but he felt that the young man had an indescribable aura. He was afraid and did not dare to collect the money.

He brought out ten bottles of white wine and placed them 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 with it.

Ghosts cannot drink alcohol, but Aunt Feng, as a demon, does not drink it with her mouth. Ge Yu poured it a glass of wine. Aunt Feng just needs to put her nose over and suck it gently, and the wine in the cup is

Suddenly it turned into a wisp of white mist and drilled into its nostrils, and the wine in the cup disappeared.

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 wine 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!