"Then please wait here for a moment, Brother Ye. I'll go arrange it right away." Zhuge Ming quickly got up and ran to the bathroom to make a call, "Zhuge Yu, I've encountered a bit of a problem here.
I'll send you an address later, and then bring a few people along with three or five jars of the strongest wine from the family's collection, the kind that's particularly potent, with especially strong alcohol content."
"What?" Zhuge Yu was taken aback and said in surprise: "Brother Ming, you don't mean those bars, do you?"
Zhuge Ming gritted his teeth hard and said firmly, "That's right, it's the strong wine my family uses to consolidate my cultivation, bring it over!"
After speaking, Zhuge Ming couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain!
His heart was bleeding!
Earlier, he had carefully thought about it: there are quite a few strong wines within the family, enough to get a King Realm expert drunk, but those ordinary wines wouldn't work on someone like Ye Qiu.
