After another round of sex, Qianye’s eyes were obviously a bit wrong.
"Haha, Qianye, you are here too! I remember how miserable you were when you fucked me up. Today I will let you know that I, Wei Potian, am no longer the Wei Potian I was back then!"
Wei Potian was so arrogant that he completely failed to notice that Zhao Yuying and Song Zining had different expressions. Song Zining was thinking about "this idiot", but Zhao Yuying immediately realized that Wei Potian's drinking capacity was not that good either.
After the third round of drinking, Qianye was already shaky and looked like he might collapse at any time. Moreover, his mood began to fluctuate, and he looked particularly excited, both in his expression and in his words. It was obvious that he had drunk too much.
Now even Zhao Yuying became interested, and grabbed Qianye and drank three cups in a row, trying to knock him down. However, after three cups, Zhao Yuying felt a little dizzy, while Qianye was still shaky, but would not fall down.
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Zhao Yuying thought it was normal after thinking about it. In her opinion, combat power was equal to the power of alcohol. Since Qianye was so powerful in combat, how could he be knocked down so easily?
She was just about to have three more drinks when Song Zining suddenly appeared next to her and wanted to have a few drinks with her and talk about the leaf.
How could Zhao Yuying be afraid of Song Zining? They drank three glasses of wine in a row. Next, Zhao Yuying discussed the grievances with Song Zining at that time. But this kind of argument is naturally that the public is justified, and the mother-in-law is right, so there are no words.
, and landed on the wine.
Thus began a melee between the four parties. When the war started, Qianye was already on the verge of collapse.
While they were drinking, Wei Potian grabbed Song Zining's collar and said angrily: "I knew it was you, a sissy, who had the bad idea to let those women catch me drinking every day! This matter is not that easy for me.
forget!"
Dang! Song Zining threw the wine glass in front of Wei Potian and sneered: "So what if it was my idea? If you don't accept it, just drink three glasses of wine. How can there be so much nonsense, like a girl!"
Zhao Yuying suddenly approached Song Zining and sneered: "What do you think is wrong with you ladies?"
Song Zining's expression remained unchanged, he flicked a wine glass in front of her and said, "It's nothing. Three glasses of wine to settle the grudge?"
"make a deal!"
Now the Three Kingdoms are in a melee, and Qianye is teetering on the sidelines.
I don’t know how long I drank. Even Qianye only vaguely remembered that he drank a lot, not to mention the other three people.
After a while, Wei Potian grabbed Song Zining and said with a loud tongue: "Although I don't like you no matter what, I have to say that you are still a little better than others, just a little!"
Song Zining slapped Wei Potian's hand away and said displeasedly: "Don't do anything, I'm not just a little bit better than the others? To tell you the truth, my fan alone, well, is enough to replace a dozen
Such a girl!"
Song Zining's face was calm and his movements were steady, but the direction he pointed at happened to be Zhao Yuying. There was only such a beautiful woman at the table, so Song Zining pointed at her casually, otherwise Qianye would have been the only one to choose from.
"Huh? What about beating me like this?" Zhao Yuying's eyes immediately lit up.
Qianye actually knew Song Zining best. He saw that his appearance was normal, but his eyes were a little blurry, so he knew that he had actually drunk too much.
Sure enough, Song Zining took a serious look at Zhao Yuying, nodded and said: "This girl is indeed good, quite good! A dozen is too much, I can replace my fan with eight at most."
Zhao Yuying's face initially softened after listening to the first half of the sentence, but turned completely green in the second half.
Qianye sat quietly next to him, and an inexplicable thought came to his mind, well, Zi Ning is going to be unlucky.
Zhao Yuying grabbed a glass of wine, took a sip, and pouted, apparently wanting to feed Song Zining mouth-to-mouth!
Song Zining immediately raised his chest and raised his head, with a heroic attitude. On the other hand, Wei Potian's mouth opened wider and wider, and the redness caused by the alcohol on his face faded away, turning blue and white, and his right hand
His fists were already clenched, and his joints began to crackle.
Zhao Yuying acted like wind and fire, directly carrying Song Zining over and leaning towards his face. She saw that the two faces were getting closer and closer, and her breathing could be heard.
Qianye held his head with one hand and looked calmly, knowing that Zining was about to be in trouble.
Sure enough, Zhao Yuying suddenly turned her hand and grabbed Song Zining's neck, pressing him down on the table. Zhao Yuying's strength was comparable to Qianye, how could Young Master Song have any room to resist? She strangled Song Zining's mouth with her left hand.
He opened his mouth involuntarily, then picked up a full glass of wine and poured it into Song Zining's mouth. But this was just the beginning. Zhao Yuying drank five or six full glasses in a row before letting go.
Song Zining immediately squatted on the ground and coughed violently. The wine was extremely strong and the drink was too strong. No matter how good his drinking capacity was, he could not withstand such ravages.
Zhao Yuying patted Song Zining on the back and laughed wantonly, "For a young bird like you, why don't I take care of as many as you come?"
After saying that, she stretched out her hand and pinched Song Zining's face hard, and said in her mouth: "The meat is quite tender. If you are thicker-skinned, you might be able to fight with me. You are still too tender now!"
Wei Potian next to him couldn't help but applaud.
Song Zining's face was flushed, and he was already drunk and couldn't control it. In shame and anger, he couldn't control it, and he suddenly fell over and lay directly under the table.
On the other side, Wei Potian finally saw Song Zining fall down first, and the breath he had been holding in was suddenly released. In the blink of an eye, he was lying on the floor, making loud noises.
At this moment, Zhao Yuying looked around and saw that Qianye was the only opponent left in the field, and he was already crumbling.
She wanted to sneer, but suddenly realized that Qianye was so shaky when she started drinking, how come she hasn't fallen down yet?
Zhao Yuying immediately became interested, poured two more full glasses, gave one to Qianye, then sat next to him, her right hand naturally placed on Qianye's shoulder, looking like a playboy teasing a good family.
Qianye took her hand away and wanted to move it aside. Zhao Yuying immediately became unhappy, "What's the big deal? When you first arrived at Zhao's house when you were a child, I gave you a bath. Is there anything I haven't seen yet?"
Passed? Ha, by the way, Xiaosi is one year older than you, and he insisted on carrying you, but they rolled to the ground together, haha!"
Qianye was startled and suddenly woke up. When he heard the first half of the sentence, he thought Zhao Yuying was talking nonsense. The second half of the sentence made his heart twitch hard. He couldn't tell whether it was pain or bitterness.
"Stop talking nonsense, come on, have a drink!" Zhao Yuying's hand had already clapped hard.
Qianye was helpless. He shook off his unnecessary thoughts and drank cup after cup with Zhao Yuying.
He was on the verge of falling, but as he drank, he heard a "dong" sound, and Zhao Yuying fell down.
Qianye sat quietly for a while before he realized that he was the only one left again, so he sighed. It seemed that every time he drank seriously, he would be the only one left in the end. It had been like this since Huangquan.
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Only then did Qianye remember that the original intention of coming to them was to ask for their opinions on the westward march. The westward march was a big gamble. If he won, he would expand the territory and create a completely different situation. If he failed, he would be full of energy.
Injury, it will take a long time to recover.
Qianye looked around, only to find that the three people who wanted to discuss important matters were all lying on the ground like dead pigs. There were loud noises, and it seemed that none of them could be woken up without some extraordinary measures.
Although he was still unconscious, he knew that if he used extraordinary measures against all three of them, he would be doomed the next day. Even with another pair of original wings, Qianye would not be able to stop Wei Potian, Song Qi and Zhao Yu.
Sakura's siege.
Qianye rubbed his slightly swollen forehead. He originally wanted to treat them to a meal and discuss the strategy of heading west, but why did it inexplicably turn into a drinking party?
These three guys were originally fierce men who stood alone, and Zhao Yuying's combat power was able to kill enemy generals among thousands of troops. But when they got together, they immediately undermined each other, and it was really impossible to accomplish anything.
More than enough.
Qianye suddenly became angry and shouted: "We will march westward in three days, that's it!"
The three of them were still shouting like thunder.
It was already one or two o'clock in the morning. The guards and maids had already been sent back to rest by Qianye. An Huo's guest had to go out and pass through the entire campus. However, there were only two residential areas for the high-level mercenary group on Qianye's side.
Guest room.
Qianye looked at the three people on the ground and decided to take action himself. Zhao Yuying naturally wanted to be alone in a room. After throwing her on the bed, Qianye suddenly felt that this was not to protect her, but to avoid sleeping with her.
Something unexpected will happen to that person.
Song Zining and Wei Potian were dragged to the same room one by one by Qianye and thrown on the same bed. As for their reactions after waking up, Qianye was not concerned about them.
The next day the clouds were surprisingly clear and the wind was clear.
The three of them all woke up early and even had breakfast with Qianye. Both Song Zining and Wei Potian were chatting and laughing, fully demonstrating the demeanor of high-ranking disciples. Even Zhao Yuying became uncharacteristically ladylike,
The whole morning I didn't utter the colloquial word "I am" to refer to myself once.
Qianye only felt that the atmosphere was very strange, but the eyes of the other three people looking at him were obviously even stranger.
Qianye calmly talked about the decision to march westward, and the three of them had no objections. Surprisingly, they didn't even have any unnecessary words. Then the breakfast ended in a strange atmosphere of joy and peace.
No one mentioned what happened last night.
Before leaving the table, Wei Potian ran to Zhao Yuying with some attentiveness and asked her what the name of the Force hand cannon was. A seven-level hand cannon with such power and range would never remain unknown!
Sure enough, Zhao Yuying spit out a very domineering name: Kaishan. Wei Potian immediately regretted that he had talked too much and made Song Zining a laughing stock for no reason.
After breakfast, the four of them went to the war room to listen to Qianye's detailed battle plan.
From Blackstream City to the intended destination, you have to pass through the territories of four dark viscounts, and there are more than a dozen strongholds or small towns of various sizes along the way.
If it were in Song Zining's hands, he would probably come up with a colorful battle plan, including frontal attacks, sneak attacks, interspersed attacks, and encirclements. As for besieging Wei and rescuing Zhao, and besieging the city for reinforcements, it would all be a piece of cake.
But Qianye's plan is much simpler. That is, knock them out one by one!