In the midst of his sleep, Xiong Yi coughed twice in a daze. When he finally opened his eyes and looked ahead, he saw a young man with a radiant smile pouring wine into his mouth using a Wine Gourd.
"Who are you? How did you get here?"
"Someone help!"
"There's an assassin!"
He wanted to call for help, but Yuchi wasn't going to give him the chance. No matter how this man shouted, in the end, all he could produce were whispers that were far quieter than the rustling of leaves.
Then, this fellow's stomach grew bigger and bigger, filled entirely with high-concentration alcohol.
Xiong Yi was terrified to the core; at this moment, he didn't want to drink at all. But the mysterious young man kept pouring it down his throat with a wide smile.
His entire throat felt like it was on fire, accompanied by intense pain and nausea, yet he couldn't vomit it out. Waves of revulsion rippled through his organs, finally leaving a nauseating yellow mess on the bed.
