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There were eight cups on the table. Eight cups of wine were required before one could take the next table.

Yu Wuyou became increasingly worried. Even if one wasn't drunk, one wouldn't be able to hold on for long after drinking so much.

Furthermore, she was severely injured.

I'm afraid the wound has cracked from the alcohol, and I'm afraid the bleeding won't stop.

"Ah Yu ~"

She placed her jade finger next to Yu Wuyou's lips: "You don't believe me? It's just that eight glasses of wine won't make anyone drunk, don't worry. "

She filled her cup to the brim and downed eight cups in a single gulp. She gently stroked her wound and walked to the next banquet table.

The third banquet was called 'Thousand Li Marriage'. The wine used was fine and pure wine from the Golden Silk Swallow Nest of the South. There was a saying in the South that a marriage was held within a thousand Li.

The wine used for this banquet was beautifully made.

Chu Shiyu poured the cup full of wine, but no matter what, he could not bring out the cup.

Looking at the surface of the table, everything seemed normal. It was as if there was a gravitational force pulling the cup closer to the table.

She and Yu Wuyou looked at each other, as if they had understood the mystery behind the formation.

Yu Wuyou laughed, "There are two cups, but I'm the only one who drinks alone."

The two of them reached out at the same time and raised their wine cups, but there really wasn't any resistance.

Yu Wuyou thought, back then Yin Zhengyang wanted him and Master Chu to break the array together, it should be for this banquet.

Since it was a marriage alliance, why would they be lacking men and women to drink together?

Putting the wine cup to his mouth, he then felt a strong stench coming from the wine.

"Something's wrong with this wine. If we drink it like this, you and I will definitely be poisoned to death."

Chu Shiyu sighed, it seemed like this exchange of cups was fated.

This thousand miles of marriage, he actually drank a glass of wine. Yin Zhengyang had already planned this long ago, a man and a woman were absolutely necessary.

She smiled wryly and raised her glass to exchange arms with Yu Wuyou. The two of them drained their cups at the same time, and only then did they see the fourth feast begin.

Fourth wedding feast...

Fifth Step Ascension Ceremony...

The sixth feast of riches in the world …

Seventh round of the Clear Sky Feast...

After four consecutive banquets, Chu Shiyu was drunk to the point that his face was flushed and his body was on the verge of collapse.

As Yu Wuyou supported her with one hand, he examined the wound on her waist.

Indeed, a long gash had appeared on the wound, and blood was flowing out.

Every step she took, she needed to support him. Once she fell, the array would no longer activate.

Once the three days were up, the entire formation would be rearranged.

Half a day had passed, and there were still three banquets left.

The eighth path, the Mirror Flower Water-Moon Banquet!

The wine at the banquet was called a single stalk. There was only one cup on the table, but the wine was usually poured in one cup.

Chu Shiyu placed his palms on the table, poured the wine into his mouth, and said with a wry smile, "Other people say that after drinking one cup, you would fall to the ground, but I did drink three cups in a row and didn't fall down."

"But you've already drunk a lot!"

She raised her head and looked at the incense, which was used to measure the time limit of this formation.

The incense had burned to the bottom, and by the time it was finished, the formation would be over.

Chu Shiyu raised his cup and drained it in one gulp.

The wound on his waist had been split open, and fresh blood flowed along his knees. He was supporting himself on the table as he walked forward, step by step. He no longer felt any pain and only felt a stream of hot air flowing out.

Leaving the table, Yu Wuyou's voice of grief came from behind as he fell to the ground with one foot on the ground!

"Ah Yu, don't continue. Wait until the formation restarts and I'll break it."

She stroked her wound as she slowly stood up. As she looked at the two bottles of wine in front of her, her vision became blurry.

"I... I have never believed in my fate. I have always had an end to my work and I don't want to fall at this moment. Even if the last banquet asks me to drink an entire jar of wine, I will not be afraid! "

He desperately walked to the ninth table. There were ten cups on this table and there was a Drunken Wind Dinner on the table.

This wine was a wine used to drink a hundred flowers in the imperial palace. This wine was only one jug, and there were ten different cups. Even if you poured it into a jug, there were ten different wines that tasted different.

As the name implied, it was' Little Flower Lover '.

She picked up the wine pot and poured the wine into the cup. She tried very hard to see what was happening, but the wine still spilled onto the table.

After raising his cup and drinking three cups, he had already poured them backwards. Blood and wine simultaneously sprinkled out, converging into a canal.

"I cannot fall. I said that I must obtain the dragon's scale …"

When she thought of the dragon's scale, she suddenly gathered her willpower and raised her wine cup once more. Before she could even balance her breathing, she had already poured the wine down her throat.

Yu Wuyou was frightened to the point that he could collapse at any time. He would rather not have these dragon scales and let the world be filled with flames of war than have her be buried in this array.

But...

Stepping onto this path, one would find thorns everywhere, threatening to throw away their life at any moment.

He could only pray that she would survive.

Ten glasses of wine were already in his stomach, and he was leaning over the table.

Yu Wuyou held her hands tightly, his entire body was ice-cold, his skin pale white.

She slowly raised her head and looked at the burning incense. It was already the size of a grain of sand.

Yu Wuyou supported himself to the last table, where there were two cups of different colors.

In front of them were all famous wines, but in the last feast, there was only ordinary glutinous rice wine.

For the Windward Feast, he served wine to the cool breeze and asked about the sunny weather.

It was a farewell banquet. There were two cups of wine, so he could only choose one. One cup was poisonous, and the other was nontoxic.

After drinking the poisonous wine, one would then leave. If one was lucky enough to drink another cup without poison, that would be fate.

Master Chu closed her eyes and casually picked up a cup of wine. She raised her head and looked at the burning incense on the pillar. When she finished drinking the wine in the cup, the burning incense just fell.

He only felt a surge of air flow up his stomach!

"Pfft ~"

He had already fallen on Yu Wuyou's body.

"Ah Yu ~"

The entire hall was dark, and only Yu Wuyou could be heard calling her name.

A ray of light came from the top of his head, illuminating the entire hall. On the table, there was an exquisite box, and inside that box was the dragon's scale.

When Yu Wuyou saw the box, she was not surprised at all, because she was still deep in sleep.

He held her body tightly in his embrace, his hair flowing in front of his chest.

At this moment, the doors to the hall opened and a woman walked in.

"You've already broken through the formation. You can take away the dragon's scale, but don't forget about the matters of the Bi Rong Country."

After Hua Feiying finished his words, he turned around and walked out of the hall. Yu Wuyou acted as if he did not hear him, and stood there in a daze.

"Ah Yu, you've gotten the dragon's scale. From today onwards, you have the final say in this place."

He picked up her body, picked up the box and slowly walked out of the light.

The sun rose in the east, and the carriage moved slowly to the west.

When Chu Shiyu woke up, he was lying in the carriage. His wounds had already healed, and beside him was the box containing the dragon's scale.

Yu Wuyou opened the curtain and sat in the carriage, talking to her about what happened when she was unconscious.

That's right, other than the disciple of the Sacred Hand Poison Emperor, who would try to pull her back from death's door time and time again?