The second bottle was quickly emptied as well, and he swayed to grab the third, but someone had already taken it ahead of him.
Ruan Tianling lifted his blurry eyes and saw that Butler's head had multiplied into several.
"Give... the alcohol to me..."
"Young Master, you can't drink anymore, something bad will happen if you do," Butler said flatly.
Ruan Tianling sneered coldly, "Mind your own business, give me the alcohol!"
Butler was helpless and could only hand him a bottle filled with plain water, "Young Master, please drink less."
Ruan Tianling took the bottle and gulped down a mouthful.
After swallowing the liquid, he frowned and muttered in confusion, "What kind of alcohol is this?"
"White alcohol."
"It tastes terrible!" He smashed the bottle forcefully onto the ground, "Bring me a new bottle!"
A servant had already prepared a new bottle of plain water, and Butler handed it to him.
He took a sip, and it was the same taste.