"Xiaolin, how's that body-enhancing potion you mentioned last time coming along?" He Zhenyi, the washed-up middle-aged overweight warrior, sat at the bar, sipping his drink while he asked Lin Ge.
Even though that witch gave him a transformation potion that worked quite well, becoming a beautiful girl was a side effect he just couldn't ignore.
Imagine, if his wife and daughter were in danger and he wanted to rise to the occasion, he would have to turn into a cute girl, which was far too embarrassing.
So he had greater expectations for Lin Ge's potion.
Lin Ge took out a metal flask, set it on the bar, and said with a laugh, "Just made it today, just take a small sip at a time, drink too much in one go, and be careful your body can't handle it."
The uncle picked up the flask, opened the lid to sniff it, and a scent of alcohol wafted into his nostrils.
"Is this alcohol?"