Su Yu glanced at the wine. It was made from all kinds of beast blood.
It was full of the essence of all kinds of beast blood, overbearing and strong.
To warm wine, it might be a peerless treasure, but to others, it was highly toxic.
Because this wine required an extremely special bloodline to be digested.
If an ordinary person consumed it, their body would only be destroyed by the Beast Blood.
At the very least, their body would corrode, and even their consciousness would be replaced by the rage within the Beast Blood.
At the very least, they would die on the spot.
His Cup of wine was not just filled with ill intentions, it was filled with malice.
Emperor Mingxin frowned. “Warm wine, don’t mess around.”
He felt disgraced.
He could not suppress his own subordinates, and he wondered what Su Yu would think of him. He must be very disappointed?
