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The blood-red moonlight from Yuelangxing seemed to blend with the bright light of the bonfire, illuminating this small open space like the sunset and dusk. It seemed that the time was still early.

"Woo~~~~vomit~~~~~" In such a beautiful night, I squatted in a corner of the open space and vomited.

It's so...so careless, Biskin, I'm sorry for the wine you specially brewed for me.

Although I was drunk, I was not drunk, but maybe those bastards saw some clues and kept making noises, which made me more and more complacent. In the end, I even risked my life and fought with a group of barbarians to drink.

The result... of course she was still not drunk. Bisi's craftsmanship was very good. If she said she was not drunk, then she was definitely not drunk.

However, I misjudged the gap between my stomach and that of the barbarian.

Think about it, when Seattle Knatsi is really hungry, he can eat a meal for ten ordinary strong men in one sitting. What an amazing appetite he has.

As for me, my appetite can be as good as that of three strong men. As an adventurer, I have to worry about my stomach being burst.

The gap between this has caused my current fate

Not vomiting due to drunkenness, but vomiting after five jars of wine were poured down, weighing forty or fifty kilograms. Even an adventurer-level bladder meant that Alexander went to the toilet ten times in an hour, and finally fell to his knees.

"Sir, are you okay?" Vilas stood behind me with a distressed look on her face and kept stroking my back to make me feel better.

"How about I prepare some hangover soup for you?" She thought I was drunk and couldn't help but ask.

"It's okay, please don't"

Little Vilas, I'm not drunk. If I were really drunk, those bastards who were gloating about others' misfortunes not far away would have been beaten to the ground by me in my drunkenness.

Now that I think about anything I can eat, even a bunch of withered grass on the ground or an earthworm can make me feel nauseous. Please don’t mention hangover soup.

"Hahahaha, look at Boss Fan's arrogance," came Lao Ma's desperate laughter.

"Junior brother Wu, this is your fault. You clearly used that cheating wine, but you still can't drink me. It's so unreasonable."

Seattle Ke put on a strong pose, which attracted a group of grown men who were slightly drunk or drunk to cheer, and they generously gave Seattle Gram the great title of Bacchus.

"Hahaha, hiccup, you're rewarded, you're rewarded, it's not my fault, except for Mr. Kasha and Mu Donggua, there really is no one in this Rogge camp who can drink better than me. I mean, in this camp,

The king of the elves does not count."

Speaking of my king, Seattle was drunk, and a trace of discomfort seemed to flash on his proud face, as if he had some dark history. Could this guy secretly go to my king to challenge him for drinking?

Just when those drunkards were dancing and loudly celebrating their victory over the stupid and incompetent savior of the Alliance, the few people who were still sane, such as Carlos and White Wolf, had quietly distanced themselves from them and severed their relationship.

Because, behind me, Vilas stood up silently, lowered her head, and picked up a pan in her arms without knowing it.

Under the blood moon, an ominous wind blew quietly

"No... no no no... no... you are not allowed to bully adults!"

Raising his head suddenly, the pan in Veras's hand seemed to turn into a shooting star. The old horse standing in the front was the first to be shot away. His body went up to a height of a hundred meters, and he sat and rotated, grunting.

Planted on the ground, like a high-speed rotating drill, it drilled into the soil and did not stop until only a pair of calves were left exposed.

It seems like you can put a tombstone directly in front of those calves.

Lao Ma was just the first one. Veras, who had turned black and added a pan, had a petite body, but exuded an aura like an angry mammoth. She slapped the pan in her hand repeatedly, and the drunkards blocking her were one after another.

He was filmed flying hundreds of meters into the air, spinning at high speed, and then fell headlong. All ended up with the same fate as Malagby.

Vilas's power is not low. With the sharing of soul connection, even if she does not have any added power now, in fact, she is as powerful as Lal, Malagbi, Doug Goff and other powerful adventurers in the first world.

The best, almost the same, maybe even better

Furthermore, the pan that Muradin made for her as a weapon for shooting people has a shooting attribute. With the kind materials and extraordinary skills, it is no problem to shoot away a man who weighs only a few hundred kilograms.

Of course, when it comes to hiding, everyone can actually hide. Darkening does not mean invincibility. Especially for a top player in the field like Seattle, if he has to be serious, how can Vilas be able to take the shot?

However, all of these guys have had the experience of cheating. As the saying goes, cannibals are soft-mouthed. In addition, they will definitely continue to cheat in the future. I don’t want Vilas to worry about it. In the future, I will add some ingredients to my own portion alone and just stand obediently.

Don't move, it's more cost-effective to be shot flying

So, there was this spectacular scene of a pan sweeping through thousands of troops. In just a few seconds, more than a dozen big men, tall, short, strong and weak, were all shot into the air and their heads were planted on the ground.

"Fortunately, I'm smart." Lal, the lucky guy who had already sensed something was wrong and ran away early, watched from a distance and wiped away a cold sweat.

"Really? Smart Mr. Lal?" Lisa appeared behind him with a smile. Next to Lisa was his baby daughter, silently wiping her sword.

"Listen...listen to my explanation!" Lal was so frightened that his legs went weak. If he had known this, he would have been better off just standing there and being slapped away by Vilas.

Immediately afterwards, Lal's screams rang out from the crowd, which made those who heard it sad and those who saw it shed tears.

"Okay, okay, Vilas, be good, I'm fine." Seeing those bastards receiving the punishment they deserved, I secretly laughed, but the blackened Vilas couldn't just leave it alone, she seemed to still have some unfinished thoughts.

I quickly moved forward, held Vilas in my arms, and touched her head to comfort her.

Gradually, with my comfort, Vilas raised her head blankly, revealing her pure and flawless eyes that were as beautiful as black gems.

"Eh...I...what on earth did I do?" She looked around at the guys whose heads were still stuck on the ground, and seemed to finally remember what happened, and let out exclamations repeatedly.

"Hug...I'm sorry, I...I didn't mean to...my body...my body is out of control...just...that's why...you're not allowed to bully adults..." Vilas said in a panic and gesticulated incoherently.

Explain the person who painted the feet

Although she apologized, Vilas didn't seem to feel that she had done anything wrong. This can be heard from the last sentence of what she just said.

“没道歉的必要维拉丝可是为了我,把这些混蛋全都揍飞了,太谢谢你了,维拉丝,我真是爱死你了”捧着维拉丝的脸,我在她的樱唇上重重亲

took a bite

"Eh...Eh heh..." One wave after another came up. Before things calmed down, she unexpectedly got kissed by me like this again. She noticed that many eyes were looking at her, and Vilas's face gradually turned red.

, deep red, with a final puff, steaming, and fainted under the double nervousness and shyness.

Very good, after the blackened Vilas was dealt with, I carefully took out the pan that was still held in Vilas's arms, and then I handed her over to Linya who came to take care of her.

After removing the murder weapon, those guys who still kept their heads on the ground took a deep breath and pulled out their heads.

Oh? Who is the owner of those little legs that keep shaking slightly? It seems that there is no way to save it. Let’s just add some soil and bury it.

"It's a disaster. I got so carried away this time that it really aroused Vilas." The culprit, Seatlek, scratched his bald head and grinned. As the number one foodie in Wu Fan's family, he was the most fond of Vilas's pan.

There is no way

At this moment, he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder

Turning around, she saw that it was Bi Si, who had always been very inconspicuous in this banquet, standing next to him, facing his fierce and ferocious face, and she immediately started to tremble, as if

I can't stand anymore

"Want... to have a try?" However, Bisi, who was about to faint from fear when facing Seattle's fierce face, said such words from her mouth

"Wha...what?" Seattleik thought he heard wrongly and couldn't help but put his ear closer.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I...I mean, do you want to try...this?" Bisi was so frightened that her whole body trembled, and she handed out something in her arms tremblingly.

It's a jar of wine

"Bis, are you sure you want to compete with me?" Seatik showed a surprised expression.

After discovering that Bisi was good at brewing wine, Seatik, an alcoholic, immediately placed Bisi second among those who needed to be fawned over. The first was of course Vilas.

Every time he returned to the camp, he would go to the Green Forest Bar from time to time to ask Bisi for a few jars of the wine she brewed herself. Thanks to this, he saw Seattle's fierce face and the powerful aura exuding from him.

, Bisi's fans suddenly dropped by one-third, and the business of the Green Forest Bar was also affected. Fortunately, Seattle Ke is a rare smart and witty barbarian, and he is also a rich man, so the money he spends every time he stays for drinks,

It is enough to make up for the impact on the business

After saying so much, it was actually just one sentence. Because he was an alcoholic, his relationship with Bisi was relatively familiar compared to other people. However, Seattle Lake had never seen Bisi's drinking capacity.

However, no matter how good her drinking capacity is, she can't be as good as herself, who is the number one in the camp, right?

"Yes." Bisi nodded firmly, thought for a while, and then said in a timid voice that could not be heard.

"But...but my appetite cannot be compared with yours, Mr. Seike, so I can only...I can only make a small request...can you...try to use a stronger wine?"

"Hahaha, of course there is no problem with this." Seatik was amused by this honest maid. She was just a petite and exquisite ordinary girl, but she was a tall barbarian warrior. Of course, the size of her appetite was incomparable, so if she really wanted to test the amount of wine fairly,

The only way is to use stronger wine as much as possible, otherwise, a certain druid will learn from the past.

If there is a real comparison, even if Bisi doesn't say anything, Seattle Lake will take the initiative to bring it up. He is the number one wine god in the camp, and he is facing an ordinary girl. Naturally, it must be a fair comparison. Well, Junior Brother Wu does not count, who asked him to cheat?

Everyone's attention was attracted by this strange contest. Bisi actually wanted to test the drinking capacity with Seattle Grams. Oh my God? You're not kidding. Don't look at the other Seattle Grams, whose body size is closer to three meters. I'm afraid.

One arm is as big as Bisi. Standing together, they look like a giant bear and a little white rabbit.

Although I knew that Bisi had a good drinking capacity, I still felt unsure when I saw such a disparity. I was about to step forward to persuade her, but I was suddenly stopped by Feini.

"Don't worry, Meow, Bisi won't lose, Meow." She gave me a thumbs up and gave me a reassuring look. It would be fine if it was just Feini. After all, this transvestite is not very reliable, but even next to her

Oona also nodded with deep understanding.

Could it be that Bi Si can really win?

I stopped and looked around with wide eyes. At this time, Bisi and Seatik had already sat down facing each other. Bisi skillfully opened the wine jar in her arms.

Suddenly, a strong smell of alcohol that made my nose choke came straight towards me. Across the crowd, more than ten meters away, I couldn't help but sneeze a few times. Just smelling it made me feel...

The feeling of being drunk

This is not wine, this is clearly alcohol... No, it's even more powerful than alcohol. The smell alone can make you drunk.
To be continued...