The highest reward in the universe

The Dionysus of Dionysus never refuses wine.

Whether it's brandy or juniper berries, he won't even frown even if the wind candles use alcohol that's stronger than thunder.

However, the glass of wine in front of him made Chongquan feel the fear and hesitation for the first time.

It never occurred to Chongquan that the only time he hesitated in tens of thousands of years would be because of the liquor that should be most obedient to him in countless universes.

"Is this drink not to your liking?"

Chongquan glanced at Feng Zhu lightly when he heard the words.

After so many years, he certainly knows that Fengzhu likes to use honorifics sometimes, but this time he is not in the mood to correct something.

And just when Fengzhu frowned and wanted to make another glass, Chongquan finally held down his hand that wanted to withdraw the wine glass, and then picked up the burning glass of wine and drank it down in one gulp.

Frankly speaking, this is definitely not the taste that ordinary people like.

Because neither any fruit juice nor the slightly sweet rum is poured into the whole glass of wine, all you can taste is the unreal spicy bitterness and the almost extinguishing heat.

It was so hot that it seemed that the flame that had been extinguished before was rekindled in the bottom of my heart.

Chongquan has always been a person who cares a lot about the taste of wine.

This kind of wine that does not suit the taste of the public unexpectedly suits his appetite.

However, for the first time, at this moment, his mind was no longer on the taste of the wine itself - he was thinking about the blood of the wind candle that stained the whole glass of wine.

The so-called gods in the first universe are nothing more than titles that everyone forcibly puts on them because of the law of the jungle.

In fact they are crueler than anyone else.They can not only gain faith from the weak, but also enjoy plundering nutrients from the strong.

Chongquan really didn't know how many titles Feng Zhu had got.But judging from the information he has learned, Feng Zhu, who has just grown up, may be regarded as the human being with the highest potential in the entire tenth universe.

Even if you don't look at the potential, just relying on Fengzhu's ability to struggle in the central region for two years and finally retreat, he can be called a strong man in the human race.

So his flesh and his soul are some kind of luxury for any god.

In this regard, even Chongquan is no exception.

Undoubtedly, Fengzhu's blood suits his appetite as well as that glass of cocktail.

If any of the two is in front of his eyes, Chongquan will never hesitate.But when the two merged into one, this glass of wine that should have reached its peak suddenly seemed to be the most unsolvable poison.

Among the base wines used by Fengzhu, Chongquan had tasted them one by one before today.

He usually only prefers the absinthe and tequila, because he thinks the taste of these two liquors is like an abstract portrayal of life and death in the world.

Absinthe means death, and agave means life.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, before that, Chongquan had never tried to drink the two together.

But now he suddenly understood the consequences of drinking it together.

—Absinthe is the death of the kalpa.

- Tequila is reborn from the ashes.

——Drink the two together, and only one person will live and die from now on.

Even if there is vodka that can make people forget the pain, it can't make him forget this deep-rooted desire.

The name of this glass of wine is not wrong.

To him, one glance is hell, and one mouthful is Jiuquan.

Dionysus Chongquan had been arrogant for tens of thousands of years, and even chose a Dionysus godhead that even a first-level god didn't think much of.

Because he never felt that any liquor could take his life away.

Others avoid their own weaknesses.However, Chongquan was intoxicated day and night, trying thousands of kinds of fine wines in the universe without hesitation.

He just sat on the divine throne soaked in the smell of wine, half drunk and half awake, letting the wine pour over his body.

Yes, he once thought that he really had no weaknesses.

In his eyes, the world is only divided into two categories, one is him, and the other is all other existences.

Since he was born, he has been sitting on the supreme throne of the strongest empire in the first universe.Even the massacre that swept across the entire universe later turned him from the emperor of a certain empire into a god respected by countless universes.

[I am different. ]

This kind of cognition has run through the long years of Chongquan, and has become more and more deeply engraved into the soul.

Even if he was in a daze all day long, he could still bear the name of the so-called three main gods with ease.

Even when he later found out that the weakness of Death Night Wilderness might have appeared, Chongquan never really took it to heart—because he never felt that his own weakness would appear along with it.

He is different from Ye Huang.

For some reason, he seemed to stick to it.

However, fate seems to particularly like the absurd drama with shocking twists and turns. It is keen to pull down all those who think highly of themselves from the throne, so he, who is also the three main gods, finally committed the same fatal mistake as Ye Huang.

——He created his own weakness with his own hands.

In this regard, he is no different from Ye Huang after all.

Thinking of this, Chongquan looked at the empty wine glass in front of him, he suppressed the endlessly boiling flame in his heart, and finally closed his eyes forbearance and restraint.

This drink is so well mixed.

Those bloods were added too well.

It was good enough to tear away his self-deceiving appearance for the past two years, and it was so good that the wine he had brewed for 15 years had already shown signs of being completely drunk in the underworld before it was opened.

So much so that he knew that the other party was his weakness, yet he was still enjoying this intoxicating pleasure.

[...Fengzhu, in a sense, you are really talented. ]

Ever since Feng Zhu started to mix the wine, the red snake attached to his forearm had a subtle sense of foreboding.

When Feng Zhu picked up the dagger and directly drew blood from his heart, Red Snake's ominous premonition directly reached its peak.

If it wasn't for the fear of making Fengzhu's hands tremble due to the sudden noise, it would have almost roared in Fengzhu's mind.

To be honest, it has really taken the wind candle.It was just a matter of simply mixing a glass of wine, yet Feng Zhu could do such an ordinary thing to such an earth-shattering level.

Red Snake knows that Fengzhu strives for perfection in everything, but today his glass of wine really went beyond the scope of perfection.In fact, even if Chongquan was completely tempted by this glass of wine, he wouldn't be surprised at all.

It has been said a long time ago that there is no existence that can resist the wind candle of being serious.

People can't do it, and neither can God.

And the reason why it says that Feng Zhu is very talented is not only because of Feng Zhu's unknowing but accurate ability to poke people's hearts, but also because Feng Zhu can make a malicious thing have the opposite effect Come.

More than half a year ago, he wrote a satirical poem, but he became the death bird in the heart of death.

More than half a year later, he mixed a glass of urging wine, but the unfathomable Dionysus would drink it up even if his eyes were blinded.

After all, a wine name like "Jiuquan" can be interpreted as Chongquan's name, or as Fengzhu wants to send the Dionysus who forced him to return to the Central Territory on a trip to the underworld.

This kind of veiled way of retaliation probably has no one but Fengzhu, but Chongquan, who came to IQ Online, subconsciously ignored the possibility of the latter explanation.

and many more……

Originally, Red Snake was still lamenting Fengzhu's strange approach and the ruthlessness with which he attacked himself.

However, when Fengzhu took the medicine to treat his injury, it suddenly remembered something.

——That is, the godhead of Dionysus is wine, and the weakness of Dionysus is also wine.

And that means...

Red Snake couldn't help but froze and looked at Dionysus who had closed his eyes just now from the perspective of a bystander.

At this moment, Dionysus Chongquan had opened his eyes, and he looked at Feng Zhu with some kind of obscure emotion in his eyes.

Seeing that Chongquan didn't seem to have any killing intent, Red Snake couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.For a while, it felt that it was a little too worrying.

After all, Dionysus has been drinking wine for tens of thousands of years, how could he suddenly be poked into a weak point because of a glass of wine that Feng Zhu made up on the spur of the moment?

Even if the God of Dionysus is too similar to the God of Death in some aspects, but because a hymn becomes the weakness of the God of Death or something, it is only a special case that is difficult to reproduce.

And the possibility of this special case reappearing in Dionysus is extremely low.

Just when Red Snake was thinking wildly, Fengzhu, who had just treated his injuries, didn't relax at all, but tensed up suddenly.

Because at a certain moment, his premonition of death reappeared - this special ability derived from the title of "Death Bird" repeatedly reminded him how sinister the atmosphere just now was.

Although Chongquan didn't reveal anything, Fengzhu could be sure at that moment that the Dionysus really had murderous intentions towards him.

For some reason, this kind of deja vu made Feng Zhu subconsciously think of the time when he recited the hymn to Death before.

Even the other party's creepy gaze seemed to be exactly the same as the god of death.

He wouldn't really be so unlucky...

He just mixed a glass of wine casually, for which he even put his own heart and soul into it.

Fengzhu thought that the glass of wine should be quite suitable for Chongquan's taste, so he couldn't just become the weakness of Dionysus again inexplicably, right?

Just as Fengzhu's nerves became more and more tense, this sudden premonition of death suddenly fell silent.

Fortunately, this thing disappeared quickly, otherwise Fengzhu really didn't know what he would do.

If he really became the weakness of Dionysus, if he was really doomed to die, he planned to give all the gadgets in his space device that he set to explode on the ground to the Dionysus Temple under his feet.

Just like the meaning of the glass of wine he gave, he will drag the Dionysian Fountain to the underworld as a weakness.

"Look up."

Chongquan's hoarse voice recalled Fengzhu's thoughts.

After hearing these words clearly, Feng Zhu, who was still thinking about the premonition of death just now, subconsciously raised his eyelids and glanced at the other party.

Sometimes he really couldn't figure out what Chongquan was thinking.

This is true of the sudden killing intent just now, and it is also true of the other party's inexplicable words now.

Even the one who made him lower his eyes before was him, and now it is him who made him raise his eyes again.

For a while, Fengzhu began to consider whether to use the special title of [Deduction Method] on Chongquan.

Chongquan on the other side of the bar just watched Fengzhu quietly.

Even though Fengzhu's face at the moment is slightly different from his own appearance, his dark eyes still reveal a gloomy and lonely beauty, as if he is watching the whole world with cold eyes all the time.

This is the color that Chongquan admires most, and it is also the beauty that Chongquan admires most.

But maybe it was because the glass of wine was really too strong.

So much so that when Chongquan looked at Fengzhu this time, he always felt that there was a little flame burning behind this kid.

It made him almost have a splitting headache.

For some reason, Chongquan suddenly thought of the slightly red corners of Feng Zhu's eyes that he saw on the airship.

At that moment, he even had the illusion that the other party's tears had fallen on the place separated by a line from him.

Obviously he was burned all over his body, but he couldn't touch this drop of tears after all.

This feeling of not being able to reach what one wants makes Chongquan irritated, but the next second he thinks about the wonderful taste of that glass of wine, and all the irritability and killing intent disappear without warning.

Chongquan looked down at the empty wine glass in front of him.

For a moment, he suddenly felt that this glass of wine should be called Fengzhu rather than Jiuquan.

Because there is no wind candle, this glass of wine will always be only 90%.

Only when the last 10% was added, did this glass of wine become a poison he could not refuse.

Otherwise, no matter how much he drank, it would be nothing more than the so-called quenching thirst by drinking poison.