The rampant laughter disrupted the order of the venue.
After seeing Ye Fan, Long Ao, who was drinking too much or being fucked, ignored the people around him and rushed towards Ye Fan amid the loud laughter.
Take it straight with a long knife.
"Little Yezi, Xiao Yezi, I didn't expect you to be dead, hahahaha..."
From the sound, Long Ao was very happy.
This happy mood made it circulate around Ye Fan three times within a second, and the sword light it brought up made the monks ten meters away feel their skin tingling.
"Hey? Why don't you talk?
Hahaha...Drink, come, don't be bored, come and have me...drink..."
A certain knife didn't notice that the knife was strange at all, and just flew up the wine pot beside him in front of everyone.
Then....
A pot of wine poured directly on Ye Fan's head!!!
“Huh?
Why don’t you open your mouth?”
After being poured by the wine, Ye Fan's body trembled.
The momentum stopped, and the aura that had already transformed into peace began to tremble, and a trace of ghost energy hidden deep in the body gradually drifted away, and the yin energy that had been absorbed began to explode around Ye Fan in a violent posture.
A volcano-like eruption!
Around the monks who were still watching the fun retreated one after another, retreating a hundred meters away before stopping.
Their eyes of Long Ao were filled with fear, and they didn't understand why Long Ao suddenly took action to provoke Ye Fan, a peak cultivator.
But Long Ao was at the center of everyone's eyes, but he was ignorant of nothing.
I found that a pot of wine could not wake up. Ye Fan, and the crazy magic knife moved dozens of white jade wine pots from around him.
"Hahaha, come on."
The wine poured down.
"Drink... burp... drink!"
The bone-like nails were soaked in wine.
In the attic, Zhao Yang sighed when he looked at this scene, and his hand that had been raised was retracted.
He doesn't intend to stop him.
I originally planned to give Ye Fan a good dream, but who would have thought that Long Ao's demon sword actually emerged and interrupted the process.
Miss Tianmo, who also saw this scene, curled her lips: "What a pity for my bitter wine."
Zhao Yang looked at her: "Why did it be yours?"
"What my uncle gave me is mine."
Miss Tianmo gave him a blank look.
Seeing this, Zhao Yang smiled out of the corner of his mouth and did not pursue it any further.
The relationship between Miss Tianmo drinking Shen Bing was very chaotic. Is it because the Demon transformed with the help of Shen Bing, or whether Shen Bing occupied the body of a Demon? Zhao Yang was too lazy to pursue such a thing.
One day, when he walks to the Star Palace, everything will be revealed.
Zhao Yang and the other two were still chatting, but Li Gang on the other side suddenly started yelling.
"Hey? That guy is awake!"
Wake up?
The two of them turned their heads and saw that Ye Fan, who was already wrapped in a ball of yin energy, was already opening his eyes. His blood-red eyes rolled from time to time, revealing a breathtaking magic inside.
Let the wine on the top of your head still watering...
"Uncle seems to be in trouble..."
The little fox beside Zhao Yang stuck out his tongue and then silently for a few seconds for his uncle Long Ao in his heart.
Waking up sleeping people is definitely a mortal task.
If the other party is still dreaming when he is woken up...
You can only expect the other party to be well-educated.
Is Ye Fan’s cultivation good?
The origin of family education is that although it is the education of cannibalism.
Be humble, before turning evil.
He looks handsome, if you can accept Gothic style blackened bone armor.
identity.....
Ahem, this is a sad topic.
If nothing unexpected happens, a big battle will inevitably occur.
Under such circumstances, a certain demon sword is still trying to die!
"Ah hahaha, Xiao Yezi... hiccup... Haha, Xiao Yezi, you woke up, come, come and continue drinking with me..."
The demon sword in the air was still slashing and slashing, and from time to time the wine pot was broken, turning into a rain of wine.
Standing there, Ye Fan did not dodge.
He was soaked in the wine, and after a few seconds of silence, he suddenly raised his head.
Open your mouth.
Drops of wine flowed down his mouth and into his throat.
Scrolling.
After a long time, the wine and rain dissipated, and Ye Fan suddenly let out a low growl with a sob.
The roar sounded like a person's heart, making everyone hear this sound, and a feeling of unbearable wiping out of his heart and body.
In the restaurant, after Zhao Yang felt this emotion, the sword seal between his eyebrows flashed and cut off the emotion that was not his own.
Beside him, holding the little fox, Miss Demon shook her head and said, "I thought he would fight with Long Ao directly, but I didn't expect that he didn't take action."
“It’s normal.”
After thinking about it, Zhao Yang whispered: "Everyone who is favored by fate will choose high-quality products from hundreds of millions of people. They will make mistakes, but they will never make mistakes on the issue of big things.
I want to change his mentality with a glass of bitter wine because I think too much about it.”
"Change?"
Miss Tianmo looked at him with a playful look: "Have you done some tricks in the wine?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yang burst into laughter.
After laughing for a while, he looked at Ye Fan below and whispered: "Don't want it. I know the secret in his heart. I know what he hopes to get the most. These bitter wines can be satisfied... In this case, why should I use those despicable means?"
After the words fell, Zhao Yang jumped out of the window and floated into the garden below.
When Miss Tianmo saw this scene, she let out a crisp laugh:
"I hope everything is as you wish..."
......
......
The drinking rain stopped, and the drinking people were awake.
Long Ao was grabbed by Zhao Yang and threw several sword lights into the sky, venting the accumulated smell of alcohol.
As for Ye Fan?
He had never been drunk, but he was just unwilling to wake up alone from his hangover.
At this moment, seeing Zhao Yang's razor coming, Ye Fan nodded at him and sat alone on the stone bench.
"woke up?"
"woke up."
“How does it feel?”
"No feeling."
Maintaining the indifference on his face, Ye Fan watched Zhao Yang sitting opposite him.
Seeing Ye Fan with a stern face, Zhao Yang said with a smile on his face: "I still have wine here, do you want to drink it?"
While speaking, a wine pot containing bitter wine appeared in Zhao Yang's hands.
The Netherworld Ghost Claws flashed.
A sword lotus is in full bloom.
After a ping-pong confrontation, the blood in Ye Fan's eyes faded a little.
"Give it."
"What do you take?"
"liquor!"
"There is still wine, but you don't have any more."
He chuckled and shook his head, and a white jade wine glass appeared in Zhao Yang's hand.
Staring at the wine glass in his hand, Zhao Yang whispered: "One person has a glass, one person has a beautiful dream. It is rare to be drunk in life. Let the rest be left to those who are the same as you and carry the same burden."
Bang.
The stone table between the two was shattered by ghost claws.
Next second.
Chapter completed!