69novels Chapter 262 Pressure
Chapter 262 Pressure
Looking at the bartender's obsequious face and fawning manner, Wu Heyi and Meng Xuanjun couldn't help but exchange a smile.
Anyone with a modicum of intelligence can quickly grasp the mystery behind it.
However, truly intelligent people are ultimately a minority in this world. Those burly men were already slightly tipsy after a few drinks of strong liquor.
They vaguely saw that Wu Heyi and Meng Xuanjun were thin and frail, as if they had no flesh on their bodies.
And look at that wretched bartender, who's actually strutting around serving these two "skinny guys" fancy snacks.
At this moment, a burly man with a flushed face and bleary eyes staggered to his feet, holding a wine bottle in his hand, and walked unsteadily toward Wu Heyi and Meng Xuanjun.
He walks with a crooked gait, just like a clumsy penguin.
Moreover, this person made no attempt to greet him, instead stretching out his greasy hand and aiming straight for the snack plate in front of Mengxuanjun.
It should be noted that even if a soul beast takes human form, it will still be difficult to change some of its habits.
For example, possessiveness towards food, also known as food guarding.
Just as the burly man's filthy hand was about to touch Mengxuanjun's snack plate, Mengxuanjun, who had been sitting there quietly, suddenly moved!
His movements were as fast as lightning; he merely swung his arm lightly.
But with such a swing, the force was surprisingly great. With a "whoosh," the arrogant and ignorant man was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.
The other men sitting at the same table as the burly man were enraged after witnessing their companion being attacked. Without hesitation, they slammed their fists on the table in front of them, and with a series of crashing sounds, they suddenly stood up.
"You brat, are you tired of living? How dare you mess with me!"
One of them roared at the top of his lungs, his face full of ferocity.
"Hmph, you've got some nerve, daring to lay a hand on our Brother Wei! Today you'll learn what the word 'regret' really means!"
Another person joined in the shouting, their voice deafening.
These burly men were all completely drunk, but even so, the aura emanating from them was still incredibly powerful. Their fierce, wolf-like presence was chilling, as if they could devour anyone in front of them instantly.
However, Mengxuanjun remained remarkably calm in the face of this group of menacing and seemingly unapproachable burly men.
He didn't even lift his eyelids, completely ignoring the threats and insults from those people, treating them as if they were air.
Seeing this, the burly men felt humiliated, and their anger burned even more fiercely.
They were thoroughly enraged by Meng Xuanjun's arrogant and dismissive attitude. Unable to contain their impulse any longer, they rubbed their fists together and were about to rush forward to demand an explanation from Meng Xuanjun.
Their finger joints were making cracking sounds from excessive force, as if they were about to break at any moment.
But at this critical moment, the burly man who had been sent flying by Meng Xuanjun's attack earlier actually tumbled back.
He was in a sorry state, his clothes were tattered, and he was struggling to hold onto the rickety tavern door, which seemed to be on the verge of collapsing at any moment, while he was panting heavily.
"Be... careful... high..." The burly man gasped for breath, trying to utter a complete sentence in fits and starts.
At the same time, Mengxuanjun, who had been silent all along, suddenly made a move.
With a soft whoosh, six soul rings of different colors slowly rose from beneath his feet and circled his body in turn.
Each spirit ring shone with dazzling light, like the most radiant star in the night sky, releasing a terrifying pressure that made people's hearts tremble.
Everyone present was shocked by what they saw, especially those guys who had stood up to make trouble. They were so frightened that their faces turned pale, their legs went weak, and they collapsed into their chairs with a few thuds, no longer daring to make any rash moves.
The most crucial point is that the red spirit ring shines with a heart-stopping light, its color as vivid as blood, as if blood would drip from it at any moment.
Just one glance is enough to feel a strong, pungent smell of blood and gore, making one think that the god of death is quietly descending upon them, and the fear and oppression are almost suffocating.
Although the people in this tavern are generally ignorant, their knowledge is limited to the black color of a ten-thousand-year soul ring. They have no idea how many years of cultivation this mysterious and rare red soul ring represents.
However, even so, this did not alleviate the heavy pressure it exerted on everyone. Everyone felt as if they were being crushed by an invisible mountain, making even breathing extremely difficult.
At this moment, Wu He gently patted Meng Xuanjun's shoulder beside him and said with a hint of teasing:
"Hey, this is the wine you insisted on ordering back then, so why is it just sitting here now? Are you planning to use it to raise goldfish?"
Upon hearing this, Meng Xuanjun, who had been exuding a murderous aura and looking like a demon god descending to earth, instantly underwent a complete 180-degree transformation.
He blinked his big, curious eyes, like an innocent child, staring intently at the colorful Long Island Iced Tea in front of him.
The unique aroma of the Long Island Iced Tea filled his nostrils, with a faint hint of sweetness. This wonderful combination gave Mengxuan a sense of novelty he had never experienced before.
After all, as a soul beast that has lived for thousands of years, he has seen countless strange and wonderful things over the long years, but this kind of drink is something he has never encountered before.
Even searching through fragments of human memories, he never found the slightest trace of this delicacy.
Wu Heyi didn't bother with the people around him at all. He simply picked up his wine glass without hesitation, tilted his head back, and took a small sip.
The moment the liquid slid into the mouth, the first thing you felt was countless tiny bubbles. They were like playful little elves, jumping around happily, stimulating Wu Heyi's sensitive taste buds first, as if a key had instantly opened the door to taste.
Immediately afterwards, a delicate sweet and sour taste surged in like a tide, quickly intertwining and blooming on the tip of the tongue, blending and complementing each other.
This wonderful taste even evokes the refreshing and pleasant sensation of familiar iced tea. However, this is just the prelude.
As you swallow, the unique aftertaste of Long Island Iced Tea begins to emerge.
A subtle, almost imperceptible bitterness, like an elegant dancer, lightly leaps onto the tip of the tongue, perfectly complementing the rich sweetness at the beginning, making the overall taste more three-dimensional and complex.
Such subtle and layered changes are like a magnificent feast for the senses, captivating and irresistible.
Don't underestimate the power of just one sip; the aftereffects of Long Island Iced Tea are quite potent.
Moments later, the alcohol began to take effect, its power like a blazing fire suddenly igniting in the abdomen, rushing upwards along the esophagus at an astonishing speed, relentlessly heading straight for the depths of the brain.
"Phew—" Wu Heyi couldn't help but let out a long sigh, a satisfied expression on his face, and blurted out, "Awesome!"
Although he is young and in the prime of his life, he is by no means a teetotaler.
His years of drinking experience have honed his remarkable tolerance for alcohol.