Wine Sword Immortal: Divine Level Winemaker, Drunkenly Kills Tianmen!

Chapter 11 Mom

In the bustling commercial street, there is a wine shop.

It has a nice name, Zuixianfang.

Wang Xianxian dragged his heavy steps and pushed open the door of Zuixianfang.

Zuixianfang was founded by his mother. Compared with his ancestral home, this place felt like his real home.

He always likes to stay here during holidays.

Zuixianfang is still open for business as usual, but now it’s time to get off work.

Wang Xianxian took out the key, opened the door and went directly to the second floor.

There is a small room for him on the second floor.

He planned to go to the bathroom first to wash away the blood stains on his body.

Wang Xianxian did not need to deal with his wounds because all the wounds on his body had healed.

The benefactor who rescued him from the fire and water not only extended the sunset time for him, but also healed his physical injuries.

Because of the firelight, he couldn't see his benefactor's face clearly, but he remembered his benefactor's eyes.

Those are a pair of extremely dazzling pupils, even if they are in the raging fire, they cannot cover up their own light.

The young man etched those eyes deeply into his mind, and then walked straight to the bathroom.

Looking at himself covered in blood in the mirror, Wang Xianxian smiled bitterly.

"It's so embarrassing..."

He desperately wanted to raise the corners of his mouth, but he found it sadly.

The smile was even worse.

After taking a bath, Wang Xianxian changed clothes and lay on the bed.

He gently stroked the small yellow gourd that his mother had left for him.

I don’t know what kind of material the small gourd is made of. You can feel a little warmth when your skin touches it.

This gourd is a Spirit Weapon. Wang Xianxian doesn't know its specific quality.

He only knew that it was used by his mother to store wine.

His mother, like his vocation, is a winemaker.

She really enjoys making wine and tasting wine.

Later, as the stress increased, the mother's drinking frequency continued to increase, which eventually evolved into alcoholism.

When he was young, Wang Xianxian once thought that alcohol had taken away his mother's life.

Even when he grew up, he was extremely resistant to alcohol.

His attitude toward alcohol could even be described as disgusting.

Even if it was the spiritual wine that was hailed as a treasure, he felt extremely disgusted.

He used to not understand why there was such a thing as wine in this world.

He naively believed that without alcohol, his mother would not have drowned.

Without wine, there would be no such abominable calling as a winemaker.

If there was no wine, my mother might still be encouraging herself.

Only today did Wang Xianxian know that her mother's death was not due to alcohol.

Suddenly, wine didn't seem so annoying to him.

Unknowingly, Wang Xianxian's vision blurred.

He misses his mother...

Suddenly, memories of the past flooded into his mind.

"Mom, why do some people cry when they drink? It's so embarrassing."

"That's because people who drink have something on their mind. They are using alcohol to relieve their worries."

"Then why do some people cry when they drink the same wine, while others laugh when they drink it?"

"When you grow up, you'll understand."

"Mom, the teacher said that people will get old, sick, and die. I don't want you to die."

"My little cutie, why don't you want your mother to die?"

"Because if my mother dies, I won't be able to eat the delicious food my mother made."

"So that's it, glutton."

"Mom, today I learned how to read the expiration date on drinks."

"Yeah, my baby is awesome."

"Mom, why is there no expiration date on the wine? Is it broken?"

"Baby, wine has no clear shelf life. As long as it is stored well, it will never go bad."

"Mr. Wine is so annoying, and my mother who can make wine is even more annoying!"

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Tears continued to streak down the boy's cheeks.

He didn't know what to do.

Just one day, but it feels like a century has passed.

Awakening as a brewer, Talent's awakening failed, he said goodbye to his friends, learned the truth about his mother's death, lost all his blood, the Spirit Vein was deposed, and was expelled from the family.

His situation has never been worse.

Now Wang Xianxian learned the truth about his mother's death, but he lost hope of practicing spiritual practice.

There is hatred but no power.

Pain, confusion, unwillingness...

Suddenly, an idea that he had never had before came into Wang Xianxian's mind.

drink wine……

Wang Xianxian raised the gourd pendant in his hand.

He put the gourd to his mouth and kissed it gently.

"Gourd gourd, grow up quickly~"

Following the young man's whisper, the gourd continued to grow in size as if a spell had been cast on it.

When the gourd grew to the size of an ordinary gourd, Wang Xianxian stopped chanting the incantation, and then put his hand on the lid of the gourd's mouth.

This was his first attempt at opening the gourd.

Bang~

The moment the wine gourd is opened, the aroma of wine fills the room!

Wang Xianxian held the wine gourd and smelled the aroma of wine emanating from the gourd as if he had found a treasure.

He took out the wine glass that his mother loved when she was alive and carefully filled it for himself.

Then he held the wine glass and took a sip.

To Wang Xianxian's expectation, the wine didn't seem spicy at all.

Instead, it's a little sweet.

Wang Xianxian continued to take a second, third, and fourth bite...

After the first sip, I couldn't stop.

The breeze broke into the boy's room, but it couldn't take away the slightest scent of wine.

It was as if the aroma of these wines, Spirit Communication, all stopped around the boy, as if they were embracing him.