Sun Zhengyang probably immediately threw down the dragon meat and started to compete with them for wine.

"Sun Zhengyang, how about a few drinks together?" said the bald monk.

"What's the point of immortal wine? If you dizzy, you will not lose more if you replenish your dragon meat."

Sun Zhengyang actually kept listening to everyone's words. When Mr. Chen said this, he was disdainful and ignored him, but instead ate even harder.

Everyone looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

However, it would be nice that Sun Zhengyang ate his and the monks drank their own, so it would be nice that they would not interfere with each other.

Leisure time is always short.

More than an hour later, the banquet ended.

After all, there are still many dangerous places to break through, so we can't delay the main business.

Sun Zhengyang also finished gnawing the dragon meat.

Almost one-third of the dragon meat burned by Qincheng Zhihuo was fucked by him alone.

Although it was a bit nauseous and nauseous to eat, Sun Zhengyang felt the obvious improvement brought by the absorption of dragon meat, and his heart was extremely satisfied.

Feeling a little thirsty, Sun Zhengyang saw one of the jars of Guixian wine and a bottom of the jar, so he grabbed it and took a sip, intending to moisten his throat.

As a result, as soon as the immortal wine entered his throat, Sun Zhengyang's eyes widened.

A warm current surged throughout the body and turned into a vast spiritual energy.

This aura is so rich and pure that it is so pure that it is several times stronger than the dragon flesh.

Damn it!

After Sun Zhengyang realized something, his mouth twitched, his eyes turned black, and he almost fainted.

Qincheng's Guixian wine is so effective, but I actually swallowed the dragon's flesh so hard that I wanted to vomit.

This is not like a fool, I just pick up sesame seeds after losing the watermelon!

And even though these people knew this, none of them reminded me.

"Young Master Chen, you!"

Then, Sun Zhengyang's face turned red and he was so angry that he pointed at Mr. Chen.

I figured it out myself, it was this bastard who misled him.

"Fellow Daoist Sun, I did nothing."

Mr. Chen was startled and waved his hand quickly.

"Sun Zhengyang, don't scare fellow Taoist Chen, I asked him to say that." The bald monk snorted.

"It was originally a banquet for us to exchange feelings. You kid are just trying to take advantage of it. Who would you blame for losing money?"

"I......"

Sun Zhengyang's expression changed and he was a little despaired.

Yes, the bald man advised him, but he was only concerned about making benefits and didn't listen at all. Who can blame him?

But this star ship is poisonous. Every time I feel like I can make a fortune, I lose a lot.

But when Sun Zhengyang sat down in dismay, Qin Cheng waved his hand.

A jar of intact Guixian wine fell in front of Sun Zhengyang.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, are you?"

Sun Zhengyang was stunned.

"This is the idea that Fellow Daoist Zhang has come up with. We all specially left a jar of Guixian wine for you." Qin Cheng pointed at the bald head and said lightly.

"Dear fellow Taoists..."

Sun Zhengyang's body shook and his eyes widened in disbelief.

Unexpectedly, after seeing through his little thoughts, everyone did not laugh at him, but instead kept a fairy wine for him.

Looking at the gentle smiles on everyone's faces, Sun Zhengyang's first time in his life, his nose felt a little sore because of his touch.


Chapter completed!