The panda wine master, his daughter swallows the boy with wine

It is said that women are made of water.

This statement is not false at all.

Even if this so-called "woman" is just a "little" monster who has not been born for more than a year.

But the "water" in her body is still far beyond Fang Bai's imagination.

"I really didn't mean to make you angry."

"Drink - I want to drink - I want to drink too."

The sad and aggrieved Yakumo Zi desperately wants to redeem the "mistake" she committed.

Therefore, regardless of the throbbing in her soul, she forcibly picked up the bowl of Fang Bai's wine and placed it on the ground.

She wrinkled her nose and tried to drink it.

- But the result is obvious.

If you can't drink, you can't drink.

No matter how much she forced herself, it was impossible to change this innate "hatred".

"Good, strange taste."

She drank fruity wine, and the alcohol content was only around fifteen or six degrees, which was no match for the sixty or seventy degree spirit.

But she still couldn't stand the spicy smell of alcohol, and she didn't hold back, and directly sprayed out all the drinks that were about to enter her throat.

"Poof-"

The magnificent liquor turned into a wine mist and filled the air.

Fang Bai felt that this trick was a little familiar.

"Isn't this our Panda Wine Immortal's skill [Drunken Cloud]?"

Fang Bai silently complained in his heart.

He suddenly felt that this Yayunzi in front of him might really be his "pro" daughter.

Even if she can't drink, she can master the skills of the panda wine fairy without a teacher - maybe she also has the talent to become a "wine fairy".

Just kidding, of course.

In fact, now Fang Bai could roughly understand why Yayunzi hated drinking so much.

"Fear."

The root cause is the fear of the gods.

But this fear has little to do with him.

"It is a thousand purple and thousands of red wines that swallow children."

The bowl of poisoned wine, which can make the gods lose all their power, is the source of this fear.

——Although Susanoo did not drink the bowl of sake, the terrifying power of the [Thousand Purples and Thousands of Reds] wine had already frightened the gods, and he instinctively had the idea that "you must not drink alcohol in the future".

And Yakumo Zi, born from the fear of the gods, naturally inherited the subconscious of the gods, and inherited this "fear" of wine.

"You can't drink alcohol, otherwise something terrible will happen."

This is the instinct imprinted in Yakumo Zi's soul, and no one can change it.

"But so what?"

Looking at Yakumo Zi, who was kneeling on the ground, his eyes were blank, and his face showed a very disappointed expression.

Fang Bai thought about it, and suddenly stretched out a finger.

"Whew-"

Through his fingertips, the wind elements began to converge, bringing together all the wine mist scattered in the air.

Then, Fang Bai weaved these gathered wine mist into various small animal images.

There are squatting kittens, and there are tummy puppies.

There are galloping horses and eagles spreading their wings.

They surrounded Yakumo Zi, changing back and forth, presenting a very lively scene.

[Ding, you have comprehended a new talent: weaving fog].

The system's prompt sounded, indicating that Fang Bai probably understood something very remarkable.

——But now Fang Bai didn't have the heart to pay attention to these things at all.

He just single-mindedly manipulated the mist, trying to transform them into more complex patterns.

Say...... A little loli riding on the shoulders of a panda man and cheering.

"Poof—"

After seeing this scene, Yakumo Zi, who had always been sullen, finally broke into a smile.

[Feelings that cannot be expressed in words can be conveyed in other ways.] 】

[This is also an art. 】

......

The wine mist cleared and the rain turned into mud.

Yakumo Zi, who turned sadness into joy, picked up the wine bowl again with the help of Fang Bai.

"Cheers!"

She shouted loudly, her voice cheerful than ever.

But the liquid in her bowl is not a fluttering drink.

It was just an ordinary bowl of water, just drawn from the river.

But interestingly, when Yakumo Zi drank all this bowl of water in one go, her heart produced a pleasure that was no different from "drinking fine wine".

and a sense of joy that the world is so beautiful.

——It turns out that drinking does not have much to do with "drinking".

If you want to get drunk, it's a bowl of water. It can also make people indulge in joy and do not want to wake up.

"Woman."

"It's fickle."

Fang Bai looked at the blonde loli in front of him who was holding an empty wine bowl and arguing for another bowl, and shook his head a little helplessly.

You know, a minute ago, she still looked like a pear blossom with rain.

And what is even more interesting is that Yakumo Zi, a minute later, actually denied what happened a minute ago.

"I cried?"

"I didn't!"

"How can you cry?"

She flatly denied it.

Such a shameful thing, of course, she will not admit it.

At the same time, she put the back of her hand on her face, trying to wipe away the remaining tears on her face in order to "destroy the evidence."

"As long as there is no evidence, it didn't happen."

Yakumo thought of course.

However, it was at this time.

Looking at the few tears that remained on the blonde loli's cheeks, Fang Bai's heart suddenly rose with an understanding.

"The time has come."

Looking at Yakumo Zi in front of him.

Look at the rice wine made from glutinous grain in the three altars next to the still.

Fang Bai's heart moved instantly.

"Wait a minute."

He suddenly stopped Yakumo Zi's movements.

Then, under the confused gaze of Yakumo Zi. Fang Bai poured the three altars of yellow wine into the "wine jar of the God of Wine" as quickly as possible.

The yellow-brown wine exudes a slightly sweet aroma, which is already the best in the wine.

But now, just add another introduction. It can be further developed and become a "fairy product in wine".

"Daughter tears."

Grief, sorrow.

Reluctance, grievances

Rejoice, cherish.

The complex feelings that are difficult to express in words are all condensed in these few tears, dripping into the amber drink.

Then, after a whole night of gestation.

On the second day, dawn broke.

In Fang Bai's mind, for the first time, a system prompt sounded because of the matter of "brewing wine":

[Ding, congratulations to the host, successfully brewed the best wine: daughter red. 】

[Your comprehension of the "sake way" has increased. 】

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