The highest reward in the universe

The heavy spring in the underground wine cellar let the flames burn his body, and the continuous burning pain well overwhelmed the irritability and powerlessness in his heart caused by the wind candle.

At this moment, Feng Zhu, who was leaning on the sofa in the Temple of Wine, looked extremely calm.

He just quietly watched the time displayed by the smart phone on his wrist with his eyes half down. Not only did the passing minutes and seconds not upset him, but it made his original bad mood more and more quiet.

After all, the matter has come to this point, no matter how nervous it is, it is meaningless.

All he has to do now is to succeed.

After Fengzhu waited calmly for four or ten minutes, a message popped up on his smartphone on time:

[23:45:15, the arrogant god leaves the pantheon. ]

In order to obtain the specific whereabouts of the arrogant god, Feng Zhu spent a lot of effort and money in the past few days.

All in all, the accuracy of this information is actually quite high.

So at the moment of receiving this news, Feng Zhu calculated the exact time when the Arrogant God arrived at the parking area of ​​the starship of the Gods, and then left the sofa and walked to the picture in the hall, which is excellent both in design and texture. before bed.

Of course, Fengzhu didn't feel sleepy and wanted to rest for a while - he had always been sleepless all night on the planet of the gods, and now it was even more impossible for him to feel sleepy in this life-and-death situation.

He just made a few folds on the bed, and then he opened the floor-to-ceiling windows and walked outside, looking up at the inside of the side hall from the angle of the window facing the garden.

Fengzhu walked back and forth several times, each time fine-tuning the coverage area of ​​the black curtains in the floor-to-ceiling windows, until he finally stopped when he could only see a corner of the bed and a very inconspicuous wrinkle on the bed sheet from the window.

After finishing all this, Fengzhu returned to the side hall and made the last step.

I saw him walking to the bed again, but this time he didn't touch any sheets, and he didn't choose to stuff a pillow under the quilt to simulate that he was still asleep.

In fact, he just lifted half of the quilt arbitrarily, and then bent over to put away the indoor slippers in front of the bed, just pretending that he had already left the side hall.

From the beginning to the end, Feng Zhu never thought that he could hide from Chongquan for too long about leaving the Gods Star.

So all the camouflage he did at this moment was not to avoid Chongquan finding out that he had left. From the very beginning, he was just trying to delay Chongquan for a while and make him unable to determine the exact time of his departure.

—The folds at the corners of the bed are the first camouflage.

At zero o'clock, if Ruuo Chongquan suddenly looked up from the garden to the French windows of the side hall, the god might think that he was lying on the bed and fell asleep because of the creases at the corners of the bed he specially made.

——The quilt and slippers are the second layer of camouflage.

Even if Chongquan became suspicious and walked into the side hall, when he noticed the half-lifted quilt on the bed and the disappearance of slippers, he might be misled by these two things, thinking that he was a little insomnia at the moment, so he was wandering around in other places in the Temple of Dionysus That's all.

After all, it's not like he hasn't done this kind of thing in the past ten months or so.

Fengzhu didn't know how long the above tricks could delay him, but he knew how lucky he was and how sensitive Zhongquan was, so he didn't have high expectations for it—as long as these arrangements could delay him One or two minutes, he is already thankful.

Of course, the best situation tonight is that Chongquan is still alone in the garden admiring the pile of agaves, just ignoring himself who should be in the side hall.

If this is the case, then he will have much more time to leave Zhongyu.

After the basic layout of the arrangement was completed, Fengzhu neatly replaced the divine robe on his body, and put it into the space device casually.

He didn't have time to order the same clothes as those on the airship of the God of Pride, even if he really ordered it, he couldn't receive the goods directly on the planet of gods.

So he just randomly chose a similar set of clothes to change into, and then leaned on the sofa and continued to look at the intelligence on his wrist.

About 30 seconds later, a second message appeared on his smartphone.

[23:52:23, the arrogant god enters the airship. ]

Seeing this, Fengzhu stood up and walked out of the window.

As he walked towards the garden calmly, he smoothed out some wrinkles on the neckline slowly.

When he walked into the garden and walked among the agaves that were about to ripen, the third news finally came into his calm eyes.

[23:53:32, the God of Pride airship takes off. ]

So in the next second, he suddenly disappeared in place.

When Fengzhu used the title of "Desperado" to quietly arrive on the airship of the arrogant god, and accurately landed in a remote cabin according to the internal structure diagram of the airship in his mind, he was still in the wine cellar. Chongquan opened his eyes as if he sensed something faintly.

Chongquan in the wine pool glanced casually at the vintage clock hanging on the wall of the wine cellar.

Although it is only more than six minutes away from zero at this moment, it is still not November 11 after all.

—So it’s not even that kid’s birthday yet.

Perhaps it was due to innate arrogance, perhaps due to some obscure psychology, Chongquan did not leave the wine cellar before zero o'clock and walked in front of Fengzhu.

He just raised his hand and stroked the dark red hair soaked in wine to the back of his head, then left the still burning wine pool, and turned on the cleaning light in the wine cellar as he walked.

After cleaning up the liquor on his body, Zhongquan stopped in front of the wine rack full of tequila.

He raised his eyelids and looked at the top of the entire wine rack.

After a while, something seemed to flash through Chongquan's dark golden eyes, and then he raised his hand to take down the bottle of wine on the top of the wine rack.

This bottle is very different from the beautifully packaged liquors on other wine racks.

Leaving aside the extravagant materials used in the entire wine bottle and the inconceivably good body carving, the key point is that there is nothing inside it, and even a simple over-the-top label is pasted on the surface of the wine bottle.

It was so simple that apart from the word "Tequila" written in the language of God, there was only an unknown 100° left on the label.

If someone else saw it, they might even mock the person who wrote the label.

Because there is no 100° wine in this world.

But only two people have entered this wine cellar since it was built—one is Dionysus Fountain, and the other is Wind Candle.

The wine cellar is owned by the former, so he is naturally aware of the existence of this label, and even understands its specific meaning.

And even if the latter paid attention to the empty wine bottle, when he saw the unusually familiar unruly handwriting on the label, he would only subconsciously feel that the label had other meanings.

——Because Feng Zhu could recognize it.

——That divine language was written by Chongquan himself.

After Chongquan took the bottle from the wine rack, the pointer of the retro clock in the wine cellar had already pointed to 12 o'clock.

That is to say, zero o'clock on the 24th has finally arrived.

After reading this, Chongquan turned around and walked out of the wine cellar to the garden with only tequila.

The agave he grows grows every 12 years.

Today, it happens to be the No.12 year.

When Chongquan saw a large piece of tequila in the garden, he didn't walk in directly with a wine bottle as usual.

He just glanced at the ripe agave, and then turned his eyes to the side hall where Fengzhu was.

At this moment, there was silence in the side hall.

From Chongquan's perspective, he could only glimpse a corner behind the bed through the curtains.

Is this kid really drunk?

No.It is absolutely impossible for Feng Zhu to truly pass out in front of him.

Thinking of this, some subtle emotions suddenly surfaced in Chongquan's heart.The uneasiness and agitation that he suppressed in the wine cellar once again invaded his rationality that should be unshakable.

In the end, Chongquan still walked towards the French windows outside the Fengzhu side hall.

As he got closer, Chongquan felt that there was no sound of human breathing in the side hall.

The cold moonlight tonight also seems to blur the expression of this god.

At that moment, there was no trace of joy or anger on his face.

Corresponding to it are his dark golden eyes that are getting darker.

Chongquan didn't try to open the French windows of the side hall. In fact, at this moment, he didn't care whether the French windows were locked or not—because the moment his calloused fingertips touched the French windows, they were strong enough to resist a level The window that the god hit with all its strength burst apart inch by inch under his hands.

But in an instant, those expensive materials used to make the French windows are reduced to a pile of useless debris.

Chongquan just stepped on these fragments and stepped into the side hall.

Sure enough, there was no one in the side hall.

Chongquan's obscure eyes glanced across the folds of the bed sheet, across the half-lifted quilt by Fengzhu, across the floor where the indoor slippers should have been placed, and finally landed on the sofa that Fengzhu was leaning on before superior.

He didn't look for Fengzhu elsewhere.

Even though everything in the temple at this moment indicated that Feng Zhu might be wandering around in other places in the Temple of Dionysus, Chong Quan was still sure——Feng Zhu had already left here.

As for his reason for being so sure... because he understands Feng Zhu.

When Fengzhu was eight years old, he used him to plot against Yehuang, Chongquan had already been aware of it.If someone else did this, even if Chongquan had no interest in these things, he would let the other party know what the consequences of using him would be.

However, the wind candle at that time was full of the light of youth.

Even if the first universe is used to the jungle, it will still be lenient towards minors like other universes.

Therefore, Chongquan admired Fengzhu's courage a little bit.

When he was nine years old, he made tequila according to the recipe of this little boy.

With just one sip, the desert-like bitterness and pungentness of tequila made it difficult for Chongquan to remember this wine.

Probably because he really likes the taste of this wine, Chongquan's bad possessiveness flares up again.

So in the same year, he planted large tracts of agave in the barren garden behind the main hall of the Dionysus Temple.

Because he wanted to make his favorite wine by himself, and this was the second time he thought about making wine by himself.

——As for the wine he wanted to brew for the first time, it was named Fengzhu.

The tenth universe is too boring after all.

So Chongquan back then was so bored that he watched Fengzhu struggle to survive with cold eyes, and watched him slowly ferment and transform amidst suffering and disaster.Occasionally, when Fengzhu asked him something, Chongquan would casually teach him a few words, as if it was to add some auxiliary ingredients to this rare wine.

That was the first time he regarded a person as wine, and then waited for the other person to become the most perfect appearance year after year.

During those drowsy years, he treated Feng Zhu differently, but that was all.

During that period of drunkenness and dreaming, he barely had a preference for tequila, but it was just a preference.

However, on the day when Fengzhu rejected his olive branch as an adult, all his condescension and ease of doing things seemed to be turned upside down by this young cub who had just grown up.

Before that day, Chongquan had never thought about Fengzhu at all.

After that day, he knew what was frightening.

It's ridiculous to say that, even if he is as arrogant as a heavy spring, he has also struggled to death for this.

After Feng Zhu brought out the cup of "Nine Springs", Chong Quan already felt that he was doomed, but he still poured all the wine in the Sunflower Lily glass into Feng Zhu's hand.

The divinity of the gods cannot act on their own weaknesses.

However, the result at that time was——Fengzhu's wound was healed by him.

Fengzhu did not become his Achilles' heel just like he thought.

At that moment, Chongquan's remaining rationality forcibly suppressed all the turmoil in his heart.

He didn't think he was hopeless yet.

So he continued to regard Fengzhu as a bird in the palm, and in the early morning, he accompanied the birds across the wall in the garden, waiting for him to stay in his palm one day.

Even if he pretended to meet someone by chance and brought someone into his wine cellar, he didn't realize that he was a little fascinated.

However, when Chongquan saw Feng Zhu wearing the robe of the dead bird at the gathering of the gods, the sudden boiling evil desire finally silently declared to him:

From beginning to end, he was the most deeply bound prisoner.

And Fengzhu is the prison that let him be caught without a fight.

In the end, Zhongquan chose to be patient.

In order to let the suicidal bird perch on his branch, he chose to retreat again and again for the first time.

However, in the end, the wind candle still flew away.

Such cognition made Chongquan close his eyes indifferently.He suppressed the seemingly out of control feeling in his heart, then turned on his smart phone and sent a voice message to all the gods who were on Ragnarok last night.

His hoarse voice echoed in the ears of all the gods almost at the same time:

"From now on, no airship is allowed to leave Ragnarok."

"Those who have left, return immediately."

"Anyone who finds the trace of Fengzhu must either report to me directly, or bring him back to the Temple of Wine."

"Because... that is my new subordinate officer."

Chongquan didn't care how much turmoil his words caused among the gods, he just looked at the 00:02 displayed on the smart phone lightly, and then walked towards the agave garden again.

He once thought that he would not end up in Ye Huang's situation.

Yehuang held his ribs for Fengzhu and offered his death.

And as Dionysus, he seems to have lost nothing.

But that's just what it looks like.

What is really left of him today is probably his uncontrollable arrogance and his precarious ambition.

In a sense, he is very similar to Ye Huang's situation.

However, what Yehuang gave, he, who is also the three main gods, can also give Fengzhu.

——He used to be Ye Huang's subordinate officer, the death bird of the god of death.

——But from today, he will be his subordinate officer, his Tequila.

Tequila is ripe for 12 years.

After Chongquan entered the garden, he brewed wine from its roots.

He is Dionysus.Therefore, under the influence of his divine power, the empty wine bottle marked "100°" was instantly filled with newly brewed tequila wine.

After brewing, Chongquan did not drink the bottle of spirits immediately.

He just took out a brand new wine glass from the space device.

As Chongquan poured the wine into the wine glass, the engraved patterns on the wall of the wine glass also revealed the complete outline.

—and that happens to be agave too.

The set of wine glasses Chongquan gave Fengzhu had ten in total, but he only gave nine to the other party.

And the wine glass in his hand at this moment is exactly the tenth one that he never gave out back then.

Zhongquan looked mockingly at the tequila between his fingers.

He saw the liquor from the glass, and finally sneered and drank it down.

The bitterness and pungentness contained in the wine seemed to wake up all the pain he had been burned in the wine pool before, and it even made the pain intensified, so that his mind was turbulent and his headache was splitting.

Tequila is ripe for 12 years.He also looked at Feng Zhu differently for 12 years.

Chongquan originally wanted to give the bottle of wine in his hand to Fengzhu, and he even wrote the label himself and pasted it on the bottle not long ago.

Because wind candles are like agaves.

The reason why he wrote "100°" on the bottle is because Bacchus will never be drunk in this life, and the 100° wine would never exist.

But if it is a tequila like a wind candle, both of the above can be broken.

——He just wanted to tell Fengzhu:

——He is the only wine he will get drunk in this life.

Prior to this, Chongquan was only partial to tequila.

But when Tequila and Wind Candle were equated at this moment, his preference for it was no longer enough to describe it.

Chongquan in the garden just looked at the tequila glass in his hand like this. Perhaps after looking at it for a long time, he actually remembered the flower language of tequila "giving everything for love".

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the flower language of this flower was more ridiculous, or the one who didn't give the wine glass between his fingers because of its flower language was more ridiculous.

The author has something to say: 1 The flower language of tequila comes from Baidu, and the flower language is "giving everything for love".