“Where is the bet?”

Yizang Kuroda asked directly.

"I won, you have to help her complete her business!"

Ye Chenfeng pointed to the God of Black Sun.

Qianhui Miko was completely stunned. She never expected that Ye Chenfeng's bet was his own business.

Izhan Kuroda nodded: "Okay, no problem!"

"What about your bet?"

Ye Chenfeng asked curiously.

Yizang Kuroda's pair of burning eyes swept Ye Chenfeng, and then he said slowly: "I want something on you!"

"A thing on me?"

Ye Chenfeng subconsciously looked at himself and couldn't help but say, "You won't want my arms and legs, right?"

Yizang Kuroda shook his head: "No, I just want what you have! I will tell you which thing it is when the result comes out later!"

"What I own? OK, I agree!"

Ye Chenfeng knew that this old guy must have taken a fancy to something on him, the Holy Grail, Ganluo's notes, or something else?

According to Ye Chenfeng's personality, these things cannot be given to others.

But in order to gain face, Ye Chenfeng still agreed.

Who told this old guy to always look down on Ye Chenfeng?

"ah?"

The God of Black Sun was stunned again. She never expected Ye Chenfeng to agree so simply.

Since it is something her teacher likes, it is definitely not simple.

It is either something beyond what ordinary people imagine, or something priceless.

But Ye Chenfeng would agree at once.

Yizang Kurota looked at Ye Chenfeng disdainfully and sneered: "I have three pots of wine here. If you don't get drunk after drinking it, you will win!"

"Okay, come on, I just happened to be thirsty."

A strange curve appeared at the corner of Ye Chenfeng's mouth, and he looked down on it.

"Crash!"

With a light sound, a pot of wine on Yizang Kuroda's body actually floated up by itself, and under an invisible airflow, it fell steadily in front of Ye Chenfeng.

Ye Chenfeng glanced at the wine pot, which was engraved with a skull pattern.

"This is the death of a boy!"

Yi Zang Kurota introduced Ye Chenfeng.

Ye Chenfeng frowned slightly. Is the boy's death talking about the wine that the boy had drunk before he died?

"What? Are you scared?"

Seeing Ye Chenfeng frowning, Yizang Kurota sneered.

"hehe……"

Ye Chenfeng sneered disdainfully, grabbed the wine pot and poured it into his mouth.

He drank all the pot of wine in one breath.

What you need is to fight quickly. If this kind of strong wine is a little slow, it will be impossible to swallow it at all.

"call!"

Ye Chenfeng breathed a sigh of relief.

Yizang Kuroda and Chiemiko both frowned and looked at Ye Chenfeng with shock.

It seemed to be surprised that he drank a pot of wine in one sip.

It's okay to have a stomachache just now, there's no such thing as the evil spirits drunkenness.

Time passed a little, and Ye Chenfeng was still fine.

"Hmm? There seems to be something wrong with this wine!"

Ye Chenfeng thought in his heart.

After drinking a pot of wine, it is like a pot of water.

Something wrong with this wine!

A trace of vigilance flashed in Ye Chenfeng's eyes.

After drinking, he had no alcohol at all. Even Ye Chenfeng could not resolve the alcohol power by using breathing or other methods.

"hehe……"

Suddenly, Yizang Kuroda let out a series of laughter.

As the laughter fell, Ye Chenfeng's ears appeared in his ears. When he looked at them again, his eyes were already blurred, and Izhan Kuroda and Chiemiko were in heavy shadows.

"not good!"

When Ye Chenfeng discovered it, it was too late and his body became weak and he was no longer under his control.

The brain seemed to have lead blocks. The bigger the lead blocks, the bigger the weight, and Ye Chenfeng's head became heavier and heavier.

"Plop!"

In the end, Ye Chenfeng couldn't hold on and fell to the ground with a thud, and there was no sound.

"Ye Chenfeng!"

Chiemiko shouted anxiously.

Izan Kuroda smiled and said, "Miko, you don't have to worry. He can wake up after sleeping for a day and a night, and his body will be fine."

"Teacher, this wine is a boy who died. Legend has it that the boy who was drinking this kind of wine before he died, and then someone cut off his head."

Chiemiko seemed extremely worried.

Yizang Kurota nodded: "Of course, even the boy who drinks this wine will be drunk, let alone a mortal. Now even if you kill him, he will not notice it at all."

"As long as he's fine."

Chiemiko breathed a sigh of relief.

Izhan Kuroda laughed and said, "But this time I won! I want to take something from him."

Chiemiko showed an expression that was even worse than crying.

"Who said I lost, it's not necessarily true!"

At this moment, a sound suddenly came from the field.

It was like thunder exploded on the flat ground, and it exploded in the ears of Izan Kuroda and Chiemiko.

Both of them were stunned.

Here, there will be no one except the three of them.

Then the only one who can speak is... Ye Chenfeng.

"This wine is good. I think you should change your name, "Zui Sheng Meng Di". This dream just now was so good!"

As he spoke, Ye Chenfeng actually stood up from the ground.

“Uhhh…”

Not only Chiemiko was stunned, but also Yizang Kuroda was stunned.

"What? You are obviously drunk, but you can wake up in such a short time?"

Yizang Kurota looked at Ye Chenfeng with incredible eyes, and exclaimed even more.

Ye Chenfeng smiled and said, "Your wine should be good wine, but I am not drunk. Who said I am drunk? By the way, have you poured water into the wine?"

"puff!"

Seeing Ye Chenfeng asking extremely seriously, Yi Zhan Kurota was almost vomiting blood.

"This time you won, the second pot of wine!"

Yizang Kurota glared at Ye Chenfeng fiercely, and swept his sleeves and placed another pot of wine in front of Ye Chenfeng.

Ye Chenfeng picked up the wine pot and looked at it. The engraved patterns on it were gloomy and terrifying, with corpses, blood, evil spirits, and beasts, like a scene of hell.

"Is the name of this wine called hell?"

Ye Chenfeng asked curiously.

"Yes, it's hell!"
To be continued...