At the counter, looking at Yi Qianmo holding the second bowl of wine, the boss sighed secretly. There were almost no one in history who could drink her three bowls of Naihe wine.

Not to mention the young man in front of you, even the leader of Tongtian Sect, the Golden Mother of Yaochi or the Emperor of Heaven came, you could only drink at most two and a half bowls and you could not drink any more.

Most monks can only drink one bowl, or even half a bowl, and Yi Qianmo can pour it directly. If they do not have enough willpower, they will die of drunkenness here.

She sold a lot of wine, but the only one sold the least. Most of the monks who came here to drink only asked to prepare some wine that could relieve sorrow and did not dare to order Naihe.

But her sigh was not because of Yi Qianmo, but because the person she was waiting for did not arrive.

"Bai Xiruo, who is this? Is he holding the second bowl of Naihe wine?"

At this moment, a woman in blue walked downstairs.

Next to the woman in blue, there were two monks wearing black armor. They were somewhat similar to the black armor monks at the city gate, and they could hardly sense the breath.

Seeing this woman, Bai Xiruo was slightly stunned and said, "Report to Your Highness, this is a drink. As for this person... I don't know you!"

"Don't know?"

The woman in blue looked at him suspiciously, then looked at Yi Qianmo, "Who invited that?"

Bai Xiruo didn't speak.

At this time, the boss suddenly stretched out his hand and wanted to put away the second bowl of wine from Yi Qianmo's hand, but Yi Qianmo held it tightly and couldn't take it off.

The boss frowned, raised his hand and brushed Yi Qianmo's eyebrows, saying, "You are tired, go to sleep."

Yi Qianmo suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the boss, and said, "I'm not tired, I can still hold on. Not only do I have to finish the second bowl, but I also have to drink the third bowl!"

"Hiss!"

Hearing this voice, all the monks in the tavern took a breath. They looked at Yi Qianmo's back in surprise, feeling a little unbelievable.

Not to mention them, even Bai Xiruo and the woman in blue couldn't believe it. The boss at the counter let go and said, "You woke up so quickly!"

Yes, they didn't expect Yi Qianmo to wake up, and they didn't expect that he would wake up so quickly.

"How long does it take to drink the first bowl of Naihe wine? How long does it take to wake up the fastest time?"

"A moment, it is said that... the one who came here to drink the first bowl of wine was a former Emperor of Heaven. It took him a moment to wake up!"

"He... only used it... half a moment... wrong, not half a moment!"

As the discussion ended, the tavern was silent.

"Everyone is full of leisure and prosperity and thoughts of flying, and wants to climb the blue sky and embrace the bright moon..."

Yi Qianmo suddenly recited a poem from his mouth. He didn't know when he knew this poem. It seemed that he had come here and suddenly knew it.

But when he finished reading this poem, the boss's charming body trembled slightly, as if he had seen a ghost, but her eyes soon showed a look of surprise.

She had been waiting for a long time, and everything was changing, but only her tavern had not changed. From this city, she was here and there was this tavern.

She had never left here, and the person who asked her to stay here told her that soon after, someone would come to her pub and drink three glasses of Naohe. From then on, she could leave here and she could know who she was.

When the man left, he read a poem. She didn't remember the drinkers who came here to drink, but she remembered the poem clearly.

When Yi Qianmo read this poem, she seemed to see that person, that person with high spirits, was like the young man in front of her.

In those turbid eyes, it has been baptized by time!

Every monk who comes here to drink has obsessions, but all obsessions add up to that person!

After reading this poem, Yi Qianmo picked up the second bowl of wine, and under everyone's surprise eyes, he drank all the second bowl of wine in one gulp.

The first bowl of wine made him feel tired. Since his practice, he has only slept for one night, and all his time has been moving forward and fighting, and it seems that there is no end to it.

After drinking the first bowl of wine, he was still awake, all the fatigue came with it, and all the pain he experienced emerged at this moment.

Thirteen years of suffering in the dungeon, Yu Xuanji's betrayal, Yan Taizhen's death, endless battles, and the ignorance of all living beings...

It seems that there will never be a day when the bitterness is over. The fatigue brims his body and crushes his eyelids, making him fall asleep just like this and never wake up again.

It seemed like a voice shouting in his ear, "Sleep, sleep, it's not your fault. If you fall asleep, you don't have to worry about anything. Go to sleep..."

But he still woke up because everything in front of him was real. He had an obsession and he could not forget this obsession. He wanted to fight, fight for his way, fight to save Yan Taizhen, and they would not stop there!

He murmured in his heart and drank the second bowl of wine!

The second bowl!

This was a completely different feeling. After drinking the second bowl of wine, it was biting cold and he had never felt such a strong chill!

This chill is like unconditionally believing in a person, but being ruthlessly abandoned by the other party. He has felt that this pain is different, this is a feeling of sadness from the heart.

It seemed as if everything in front of him, all the obsessions were not worth pursuing. A depressed aura surged in his heart, which turned into a sentence and cursed. I didn't care about anything anymore. Whoever wants to stick to it or fight, go fight!

He felt as if he was standing at the top of this world, feeling all the chill, and the chill at a high place!

This chill freezes his blood, his beliefs, and his persistence!

He stood there like a frozen sculpture. Not to mention him, all the monks in the tavern became sculptures. They did not expect that Yi Qianmo could drink the second bowl and drink the second bowl at such a fast speed!

The woman in blue looked at Bai Xiruo and asked, "Are you sure... you don't know him?"

"Confirm!" Bai Xiruo said, "I don't know his name, and I'm not a friend, don't you know him?"

The woman in blue gave him a blank look, stared at Yi Qianmo with her eyes tightly, and said, "Do you know the legend of Mengpo Tavern?"

"What legend?"

Bai Xiruo asked strangely.

"The legend of waiting for one person." She looked away and looked at the boss, saying, "The legend of the boss waiting for one person here!"

"Oh? Is there any such legend?" Bai Xiruo was a little confused, "Let's listen."

"Since you don't know, then forget it."

The woman in blue smiled slightly.

"..." Bai Xiruo.

At this moment, not only the monks in the tavern looked at Yi Qianmo, but even the boss looked at Yi Qianmo with a strange look, as if waiting for something to happen.

But the chill on Yi Qianmo's body became more and more intense. The coldness wrapped around him slowly freezes him and finally turns into a blue ice sculpture.

"Failed!"

"It turns out that after drinking the second bowl of wine, this is the effect."

“So cold!”

‘It’s not cold, it’s cold…Don’t you feel it? The chill from the bottom of your heart!”

“Isn’t it?”
Chapter completed!