Just as Chen Hao was about to touch the mouth of the gourd, a vortex suddenly emerged there, sucking him in.
Seeing this, Ye Yuqiao was first shocked, then burst into laughter, thinking to herself, "That's what he gets for being so mischievous! Serves him right for getting sucked into the gourd!"
The reason she was not at all anxious was that she knew this wine gourd couldn't really trap Chen Hao.
"Humph!" The Drunken Immortal chuckled proudly, corking the mouth of the gourd, then with drunken eyes full of longing, he turned to Ye Yuqiao and said, "Beauty, won't you have a drink with me?"
Ye Yuqiao gave the Drunken Immortal a cold glance and walked off toward the village without a word.
"Hey, wait!" The Drunken Immortal suddenly shouted at Ye Yuqiao in anger. "Who said you could leave? Get back here!"