"How could this guy really... how could this happen?" Feng Chenglin thrust.

"Why I don't know, but it must be related to the fishing lady!"

"...Then, can you bring him back to normal by drinking?"

"have no idea!"

“…”

Ling Luoyu filled the old fish again with sharp eyes: "I can only try it!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Is it really related to drinking?

"Three Young Master?"

"Didn't you notice that Zhou Yan said that the Five Killing Blood Gu doesn't like stimulating things like chili and wine? Moreover, the waiter just said that it doesn't matter if the old fish is in the store, they just can't drink alcohol. Why?"

"Of course it's because... it's not suitable to drink anymore!!" Feng Chenglin suddenly realized, and immediately grabbed the wine jar and poured a glass himself.

"Fatty, what are you doing?"

"You have so much wine here. If he had let him drink it alone, outsiders would think we were going to make money and kill him. Why would I drink it with him? No one could tell what was wrong!"

With him in the last seat, the old fish will drink again, which is legitimate.

A jar of wine was quickly killed.

Feng Chenglin just symbolically touched his mouth a few times: "San Young Master, is it almost done?"

Lao Yu's face is very bad now.

Most people's face turns purple and red when they drink alcohol.

That's because the blood surges upward and spreads the epidermis.

But what about the old fish?

That little face turned pale.

I don’t know, but I thought the blood in his body had been replaced by wine.

Feng Chenglin and Ling Luoyu approached, each supporting their hands on their cheeks, and looking at the old fish playfully.

"You said, how long can this guy last?"

"A jar of wine is the most!"

"I guess it will take two o'clock to completely bring him down!"

"I can't use that much, right?"

"Or, make a bet?"

"Go to bet?" Feng Chenglin was in a spirit: "What are you bet?"

"... I bet, whoever loses, whoever has dried all the remaining wine on this table! What's wrong?"

"no problem!"

Feng Chenglin laughed, looking confident.

"Look at how cowardly he is, at most he will have two more jars of wine, so he will completely fall down... Maybe he can't even use a jar!"

Ling Luoyu curled his lips and signaled Feng Chenglin to continue to persuade him to drink: "Have you heard that the centipede insect died but was not stiff, and the lean camel was bigger than a horse? This guy seemed to be unable to do it, but if he wanted to completely put him down, it would be useless without the wine above two jars!"

"Impossible, he has drunk so much!"

Feng Chenglin was eager to win and stopped drinking. After pouring wine for the old fish himself, he watched him drink.

After a jar, the old fish really started to shake.

But it was just shaking and there was no intention of lying down.

"I'll go..." Feng Chenglin was a little disappointed.

This guy is really capable of carrying it!

They were all staggering, and they were almost unable to hold on, but they were still not over.

but--

"We agreed that you will win if you win if you have two jars of wine. If you have two jars of wine, I will win if you have two jars of wine!!"

Ling Luoyu looked sideways: "Fatty Feng, I find that your shameless ability is getting more and more shameless! What we just said is that if you win in a jar of wine, you win in two jars, that's me win! How come you win in two jars now?"

"You are all a lean camel. Do you still care about a little more jar of wine?" Feng Chenglin replied very seriously.
Chapter completed!