章 451: Chapter Three Hundred and Eleven: Since Ancient Times, Archers Have Been Fortunate...

Chen Ze had considered serving the flying squirrel a glass of Sorrow Sake, courtesy of the Overlord Mephisto from Hell. After all, this drink could be said to have the highest alcohol content among all of Chen Ze's beverages, and he was most confident it would make the flying squirrel drunk immediately.

Remembering the last time the flying squirrel drank, Chen Ze felt a bit bald. The flying squirrel and Stan, two skeletons, had stubbornly drunk a whole barrel of Thunderbrew Lager from Chen Ze.

This made Chen Ze seriously doubt whether Stan and the flying squirrel's bones were soaked in alcohol; he guessed that if you lit a match, you could probably see the latest variant of a skeleton—a flaming skeleton.

Before long, Chen Ze had served the flying squirrel the swamp eel rice he ordered, which still only achieved a rating of 'exquisite'.