Chương 112: Chapter 112 Allies

Within the grand hall, the fire blazed fiercely, and the wine flowed freely.

Wei Xiong had just drunk two bowls of spirit rice wine when his face turned a bright red, and his eyes began to look bewildered.

Then, he collapsed to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

Wang Chen: "Uh."

Even an Innate Martial Artist with a poor tolerance for alcohol couldn't be that weak.

If such a situation were to arise, the only possibility was...

Wang Chen quickly found the two crane-shaped pots and put them into his Storage Bag.

Both Enchanting Fairy Pots were his spoils of war, one from a Traveling Merchant and the other from the Taize Three Friends.

Previously, they had been tucked away at the bottom of his chest.

This time, to deal with Lv Defang, Wang Chen had specially taken them out.

Earlier, when he was cooking porridge, roasting meat, and brushing sauces, it was all done to mask the smell of the Bewildering Smoke with the aroma of food.