"If death is so pleasant, I wouldn't mind dying like this to avoid more suffering. Another glass, please," Li Xiu insisted.
The Demon Spirit said nothing, and poured another glass for Li Xiu.
Watching Li Xiu drink almost half the glass in one gulp, the Demon Spirit smiled and said, "The reason this wine is called Blood Rose is because it's brewed from the Blood Roses of Black Death City. There are only so many Blood Roses in Black Death City, and only this one bottle of wine was made. To be able to drink it is a kind of blessing."
"In that case, I must have another glass." Li Xiu finished it in one gulp and placed the glass before the Demon Spirit.
The Demon Spirit looked at Li Xiu with a bit of surprise, his eyes were somewhat strange, as if confused, yet somewhat appreciative.
Pouring another glass for Li Xiu, the Demon Spirit continued, "Blood Roses of Black Death City are different from Blood Roses elsewhere."
