Chapter 68

have any other text you'd like me to translate!"Alright, head's down," Sun Lao Er put down the walkie-talkie.I don't smoke, and my nose is still quite sensitive. At that moment, I suddenly smelled a...Chen Houqin is really a comedian. Let's talk to Chen Houqin, maybe you can lend me your little dagger, I'll use it to pry this open and see what's inside.

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Looking at Chen Jian Sheng talking, I shook my head. I always felt that Chen Jian Sheng's attitude towards Hong Jie was much better than when they first met. All the way, Hong Jie kept confronting him, calling him a Southern School rat. But even so, Chen Jian Sheng just grumbled a few words at most.

Everyone has a gossip heart, I just guess, is it this old geezer, does he have any improper thoughts about Red Sister

I imagined in my mind, thinking to myself: "Wow, is Chen Tu Gong going to take over the Alps "

“Everyone says that someone with a mole is open-minded. I guess this old guy probably doesn't know it yet.”

Taking the small dagger, Chen Jian-sheng crouched down. He steadied the spirit chamber and then began prying it open with his knife.

The earthenware jar at the edge of the mouth had a layer of pale yellow, like a waterproof wax coating. After two thousand years, this wax coating was dry and hard as stone. A dagger stabbed into it only left a white mark, incredibly tough.

Thanks to the sharp blade, after pounding for over ten minutes, he broke out in a sweat but finally pried open a small gap.

Suddenly, a wave of wine fragrance wafted in.

Chen Jian-sheng's eyes widened, "I... my soul repository is filled with wine Two thousand years of it!"

He took a step back and immediately shook his head. "No, no, there was no high-proof distilled alcohol at that time. This taste..."

Hongjie also developed a sense of curiosity. He looked at the soul chamber on the ground and said, "In the Da Baotai Han tomb, a perfectly preserved celadon plum vase was unearthed. The vase was filled with wine at that time. Although this is rare, it has happened before, just not many people have seen it."

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Upon hearing this, Chen Jian-sheng, whether he was trying to show off or something else entirely, suddenly spoke up: "Today, I, Liu Jian-sheng, am blessed with fortune. As soon as the lid is opened, the wine will evaporate completely. It can't be helped. This is a rare opportunity, I must taste this wine and savor its flavor."

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"No way, Chen Tuge, you're going to drink" I didn't expect this person to be so bold.

He stroked his chin and smiled, "I'm a real alcoholic, haven't had a drop in half a year. A thousand-year-old fine wine, just thinking about it makes my mouth water. Boy, I ask you, what is the highest level of drinking"

I shook my head and said I didn't know, I said I don't drink.

He glanced at Sister Hong and said in a swaggering tone, "The highest level of drinking is to drink yourself into liver cancer. At this point, even if your cultivation is complete."

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I almost couldn't hold it in.

I thought that was exactly what would happen, practicing until perfection and then going straight to the crematorium for a new home.

Red Sister uttered speechless, "Two hundred and five."

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"Heh heh, look at this, I've had a taste," he pried open the soul reservoir's entire oil seal layer, and reached in directly to scoop out a bit.

With a clicking of his lips, he frowned, his expression not looking good.

"What's wrong, Chen Tuge What does it taste like" He didn't speak. I thought he might have been poisoned.

Chen Jian-sheng swallowed and furrowed his brow. "What kind of wine is this It smells like alcohol, but it tastes so strange, sweet like sugar water."

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Within three minutes of speaking, I suddenly saw his face starting to turn red, and it kept getting redder, almost like he had painted his face with rouge.

He shook his head vigorously.

"Damn it, what the hell is going on This is a fake bar."

” asleep, but when I just couldn't take it anymore, I pinched my thigh a few times.Hong Jie and Chen Jian Sheng are now asleep.I added two more sticks of dry kindling, and I still held on, my head slow...