Black lines kept popping up above Leshi's head. The handsome dress has the brilliance of the king's float patrol, and it is full of radiance, but she herself has the feeling of being paraded in the street.

Because she found a lot of eyes swirling between her and the owl, revealing a clear and ambiguous gaze, and the whispers of jokes, teasing, and commenting were fluttering in the wind into her ears.

Bertha next to her looked strange, accustomed to seeing big scenes, and was accustomed to calm.

"Are you tired, Sir? Do you need a rest for your noble legs? Why don't we find a place where there are few people to sit down? I will be very humble to listen to your instructions. Lesse sneered.

"Aren't you tired, are you tired?" glanced at Le Shi.

"Really not tired? Look at how beautiful your legs are, it's a stunner in the world, it's not good to walk too much, it's not good to walk too much, it's not good to have muscles, and it's not good to have lap legs, O-shaped legs, figure-eight legs, and varicose veins, and it will waste your pair of artworks that are completely formed and carved. Le Shi felt that he was so bearded, unscrupulous, and incoherent.

The corners of the owl's mouth twitched, did she know what she was in?

"It's really contradictory, in fact, you're thick-skinned enough. The owl stopped, stood with his long legs, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and looked her up and down, his tone puzzled and amazed.

Le Shi maintained a flattering smile, she can learn a lot from the slanderers and ministers on TV, and secretly slandered: women can also bend and stretch, and thick skin does not mean that they like to be watched like monkeys.

"Well, for the sake of what you've made me tonight. The corner of his mouth curled, and he turned and walked into a nearby bar.

Le Shi hurriedly followed without changing her face.

The three of them, under the guidance of the flattered person in charge of the bar, staggered through the waves of crowds that were excited about the arrival of the owl, and walked into a street box with excellent soundproofing facilities in the sound of loud music

The owl called a series of flame cocktails, and the bartender excitedly and happily performed ten kinds of flame cocktails in front of the three of them, until the owl asked him to quit, and he was still unsatisfied.

Leshi looked at the twenty or thirty glasses of various large glasses of spirits with blue flames on the table, and broke out in a cold sweat.

What does the owl want to do? Do you want to get her drunk and let her spit out the truth after drinking? She is not afraid, it is a big deal to use internal force, at least she can force out ninety percent of the alcohol. The problem is that her alcohol is very bad, as long as there is a little drunkenness, as long as a little, not nonsense, not doing strange things, but directly beating people.

The poet is borrowing wine, and poetry is prosperous, and she is borrowing wine, and Wuxing is prosperous.

Except for her father Qin Zongshan who occasionally caught her drinking, and her mother Ji Mochou strictly forbade her to drink, the brothers and sisters, even if they had one or two times in the original Kai and desert, they were beaten by her and had a blue nose and swollen face and internal injuries, and they almost lost the blood and tears of martial arts, and they didn't dare to drink with her again.

Le Shi was not afraid of being drunk, but afraid that she would kill him in this box.

"Can you give me a glass of juice and Coke? I don't drink!" Le Shi looked straight at the owl.

By this time, Bertha had drunk two large glasses of cocktail, each with at least four or five hundred milliliters, which had extinguished the flames, as if he were drinking water.

Seeing Le Shi looking at her with a blank tongue, Bertha burped and smiled slightly: "I'm sorry, I drank first, I'm thirsty." ”

"......" Leshi sweated: I can't see it, you are not drunk in a thousand cups.