Everyone has chosen the demon clan, who would still practice seriously?

He casually glanced at the messy main hall and said calmly, "Come here, move all the tables to the courtyard, so that I can drink with you all."

Wu Ya, with his hair full of frizzles, heard the random order and hurriedly asked the servants and maids to rearrange the table and put the dishes on.

The elders and the sect leader wished they could lose their memories right there and forget everything.

So when the table was set up in the yard again, they clamored for wine to be served first.

Wu Ya was trying to cope with it, but when he turned around, Bai Chuan Meng Hu pulled him aside: "There's not enough wine!"

Wu Ya was full of questions: "I emptied the wine cellars of the three elders this time. Not to mention drinking to one's heart's content, even if we all used it to take a bath, it would be enough!"

Meng Hu stared with dead fish eyes, pointing helplessly at the wine jars placed on the wall of the main hall.

All those wine jars were tilted and scattered all over the ground.

Wu Ya waved his hand: "These wine jars are all mid-grade magic weapons. Not only do they have a large capacity, but they also have high defense. It's okay!"

Meng Hu rolled his eyes: "The premise is that these wine bottles must face ordinary attacks!"

"Young Master's attack... could it be a normal attack?"

Wuya's heart skipped a beat. He ran over to take a look and was dumbfounded.

Most wine jars have several small holes as thick as fingers.

The drinks...had long been whisked away to who knows where.

The few remaining jars of wine were definitely not enough for these elders who desperately wanted to forget everything that had just happened.

Wu Ya grabbed his hair angrily, "What should I do! What should I do!"

Outside the palace, the prince was still shouting:

"Why don't you bring the wine? You're just playing tricks on the children with this little bit of wine."

Just when Wuya was panicking, Menghu walked out quickly.

He stood on the steps and said to the elders below:

"Only the young elders who behave well can drink water. Let me see which young elder is seated properly."

The monk at the bottom of the stairs was stunned and stared at Meng Hu without blinking.

When Wu Ya heard Meng Hu's words, his hair stood up.

He pulled Meng Hu back and said, "Are you crazy? Although these people have low cultivation, they all have terrible tempers. Do you think they are fools?"

Meng Hu spread his hands and said, "Then what do you say we should do? There is not enough wine to share. How about..."

Meng Hu summoned his boxing gloves and said, "I'll go down and beat a few people to death, and fundamentally reduce the number of people drinking?"

Wu Ya's eyes widened in horror, he grabbed his hair and went to look for Ren Yi.

"Your Majesty, Brother Tiger has gone crazy!"

Ren Yi had already noticed the situation on their side. She unsealed her storage ring and gave it to Wu Ya.

"Take out all the wine in here."

Wu Ya felt as if he had been pardoned. It turned out that the king had wine. That was great!

Offstage, Prince Wei was still pondering over what Meng Hu had just said, and it took him a long time to react:

"Fuck, are you kidding us?"

He tilted his head back and drank the only jar of wine on the table.

While he was still tilting his neck back, a small white handkerchief was used to wipe every hair of his beard clean with lightning speed, centering on his throat.

Prince Wei paused, put down his wine glass and looked at Daoer Yu blankly.

"You fucking..."

Before he finished speaking, Dao Eryu had already taken the cup from his hand very naturally.

After wiping it clean, it was placed back in front of the Prince.

The corners of Prince Wei's mouth twitched. He picked up a few pieces of food with his chopsticks viciously and deliberately spilled the soup on his lapel.

"I am used to being at ease. I can eat whatever I want!"

Doyle Yu skillfully took out a small handkerchief and carefully tidied and wiped the Prince's clothes while chanting a cleansing spell to enhance the cleaning effect.

"If there is anything, I will do the hard work. Master, just eat and don't pay attention to me."

Prince Wei's chopsticks fell to the ground.

He only accepted one disciple in his life, Dao Eryu, and he never wanted to accept any more disciples in his life.

During the time that Doyle Yu followed Ren Yi on missions, Prince Wei's heart felt a peace he had never felt before.

He can get up whenever he wants every day, and no one will remind him to practice before dawn.

He is almost done with his training, why does he have to get up early?

You can eat snacks whenever you want every day, and there will be no Tang Monk chanting sutras next to you.

He wears the same clothes for three days without changing them, and no one follows him around and chants the purification mantra every day.

Most importantly, no one had to rub his back while he was bathing.

When Daoeryu rubs his back, he makes sure to scrub every single hair.

He really didn't know whether he had accepted an apprentice or a good father.

Meng Hu and Wu Ya ran out from the back carrying drinks, "The wine is here!"

Meng Hu looked very happy, but the next moment his foot slipped.

Holding the wine, he slid the shovel and knocked away the elders at the table in front of him.

Wu Ya gave Meng Hu a thumbs up: "You really haven't forgotten your original intention!"

The prince was splashed with wine. He licked his cheek with his tongue and his expression suddenly changed:

"No! This wine... is spiritual wine!"