Yuan Zidan asked with some guilt.

"Well, this depends on how the auction house stipulates. Can you taste it?"

“How is it possible…”

Yuan Zidan was shocked. Why did Brother Zhou speak a layman?

"Brother, if it is really a century-old wine ointment, I'm afraid you will get drunk for three days and three nights if you lick it with your tongue. Even if you let you taste it, you won't dare to taste it?

But it’s okay to open the lid and take a look, and smell it.”

"That's how..."

Zhou Dong said in a little embarrassedly: "If this is the case, I'm afraid I'm only 80% sure, so it's better to allow me to taste it.

Brother Yuan can communicate with the auction house. I promise not to get drunk?"

"You promise not to get drunk?"

With Yuan Zidan's cultivation, he couldn't help rolling his eyes: "Can you guarantee this? Not to mention you, brother, even the national-level wine attendants in Haizi, I dare not say that I can stay drunk after taking a hundred years of ointment."
Chapter completed!