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This time, it was also the same long table that Zhou Hui had used before. The only difference was that at both ends of the long table, there were two sets of things used to mix wine.

And this time, it was no longer a fake low-quality product without water. Instead, it was a good wine that Zhou Hui could see at a glance.

There were green plants next to the two of them. Although Zhou Hui wasn't sure what these plants were, they looked like dogtail grass, but Zhou Hui thought of the decorative plants that were on the table last time.

It should be the same.

When he saw this, he could not help but sneer. From the looks of it, Big Xiong thought that the grass he used to mix the wine was his plant.

He turned around to look at Zhou Hui and said, "Zhou Hui, you agreed to today's match, and if you lose, we will listen to whatever you say. If you say you lost, then you have to keep your promise and take the elder as your master."

When Gargle heard his words, he looked at Zhou Hui with his mouth wide open, wanting to say something, but hesitated.

Zhou Hui happened to see this. Just as he was about to speak, he was suddenly stopped by Woodville.

"Zhou Hui, is this the type of grass you use to make wine?"

Zhou Hui looked at him expressionlessly, not even bothering to pay any attention to him.

Kimura felt a little awkward, but said nothing more.

With a single command from Da Xiong, the match between the two of them began.

Zhou Hui casually picked up the bottles of wine on the table and smelled them one by one.

He was in no hurry to transfer.

On the contrary, Zhou Hui inadvertently saw that wooden village's players were looking at him from time to time. His hands were moving extremely slowly, as if they weren't going to mix at all.

Seeing him act this way, Zhou Hui smiled.

Then he casually picked up a bottle of wine, pretended to be concocting wine, and waved it in his hand.

As soon as he put the wine down, he saw that Kimura actually picked up the same wine that he had just used and brought it into the cup, just like him, to wake up the wine.

Furthermore, he was even more flamboyant than Zhou Hui. He was shaking his head, and his hair that was all disheveled flew up.

At this time, Zhou Hui purposefully poured every other type of drink into the cup a little. He only stopped when he had used up all of the wine.

Seeing him like this, Kimura was a little dumbfounded, but like him, he poured every single type of wine into his glass and continued shaking it.

Almost everyone's gaze was attracted by his messy hair, and even Zhou Hui couldn't help but look away.

It was just that Zhou Hui kept on making these alcohol, while the green plant didn't even look at it.

This made Wood Village even more anxious.

At the same time, every time Zhou Hui did a single action, it would be the same no matter how long it took.

After Zhou Hui had tested all the wine here, he finally chose a bottle of Fusanagi liquor that looked ordinary and ordinary.

Then, he did something unexpected. Zhou Hui actually directly poured the wine into the trash can.

Not only was wooden village who was standing in front of him unable to react, even the spectators couldn't figure out what Zhou Hui was trying to buy.

On the other hand, when Washing Stone saw it, he revealed an undetectable smile.

After Zhou Hui poured the wine, he once again filled it up.

Then, just like last time, he grabbed a stalk of grass and quickly went into the utility store to buy a stalk of herb.

After buying it, Zhou Hui intentionally looked at it. He still had two hundred and thirty-five points. It really was a considerable amount.

At this moment, the herb had already appeared in Zhou Hui's palm. He once again switched to the crown prince's, replacing the herb with the grass from the shop.

Zhou Hui purposefully glanced at Wood Village for a long time. He didn't know what was going through his mind, but he unexpectedly didn't stop pouring wine into his cup.

After adding it a few more times, he let out an exclamation.

"Aiya, I actually put in the wrong kind of wine!" Then, just like Zhou Hui, he poured out all the wine in his hands.

Zhou Hui glanced at him coldly and then ignored him.

Instead, he focused on the vanilla he had just bought. Zhou Hui meticulously squeezed out the vanilla juice and threw it into a glass, then filled it up with ice.

Just like this, it looked simple, but Zhou Hui had already adjusted it.

He pushed his wine bottle to the center and stared at the village in front of him without a word.

At this moment, Kimura was making juice out of the grass he had just picked from the basin.

When he saw that Zhou Hui had adjusted his position and was looking at him with folded arms, he couldn't help but panic. In the end, he was still a cunning old fox.

It wasn't too long before Mu Village's blanket was pushed to the side of Zhou Hui's wine cup.

There were similar grasses in the two cups, but he didn't know what the taste was like.

When Da Xiong saw that Kimura's wine had been prepared well, he was naturally overjoyed.

He took out a small cup and poured out some of the wine that Murakami had made long ago.

Last time, Big Xiong despised the grass inside and didn't taste it. Afterwards, when he saw others savoring it, he always regretted it. Now, he finally had another chance.

"Wood Village Elder, Zhou Hui, watch this. I'll personally come and taste it." He picked up the wine and gave a long signal to Wood Village, then turned his head to look at Zhou Hui.

Only then did he finish drinking the wine that he had just poured for a long time in one gulp.

Unexpectedly, he had just taken a sip when he started to cough violently.

Cough! Cough! Pah! Pah!" He even spat out all the wine he drank, his face completely red.

"I'm sorry, I choked on that just now, but this goblet of wine …" He suddenly had an ugly expression on his face when he said that, and then turned his head to look at Kimura seriously. He forced out an intoxicated expression, "It really is too delicious.

After he finished speaking, Zhou Hui saw Kimura proudly raise his head and look at him, purposely showing off.

But Zhou Hui was disdainful. He had seen Da Xiong's performance after drinking a while ago.

He was very clear on whether it was good or bad.

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, he poured some of Zhou Hui's wine into his cup.

He raised his wine glass and indicated to them that it was time to finish it in one gulp, just like he did earlier.