"Hic"
The big man let out a hiccup, licked the last drop of Recovery Spirit Wine clean from the wine gourd, and looked at Zuo Qiuming longingly:
"Friend, do you have any more of this poisonous spirit wine? I'll drink as much as you have and won't charge you a single Spirit Stone."
This unexpected scene made everyone pause for a moment.
After they processed what had happened,
seeing the big man who drank the spirit wine from the gourd jump about lively without any signs of poisoning, they couldn't help but burst into laughter, pointing at Zuo Qiuming and saying:
"I say, friend, although your third brother's cultivation is low, he's still a Qi Cultivator. Can't even tell when he's bought poisonous spirit wine; is he blind?"
"Exactly, if you want to con someone, at least come up with a more believable story. Move along, don't block us from shopping."
Zuo Qiuming's face turned red and then white from mockery, and he glared fiercely at the disheveled drunk, stubbornly saying:
