"Drink, drink, drink!"

A hearty loud voice sounded, and in one seat, Zhang Hao was holding the wine jar and was jogging with others.

"Five, six, six, ......"

With the sound of cheers, Zhang Haomeng carried the wine jar alone and drank the monks one after another.

His resolute countenance was a little red, and he beat his chest with pride, and shouted, "Come on, come on!"

Along the way, many monks raised their glasses and jokingly drank at him.

Through this period of getting along, everyone knows that the fourth son of the ancestor of the Zhang family is a straightforward person.

Even if he is in a high position and has strong strength, he has no intention of putting on a score for the people below, on the contrary, he likes to brag and joke together.

This adds to the fun of this huge camp.

Kuang Long, who was drinking with several generals, caught a glimpse of a burly figure coming towards him out of the corner of his eye, and his face immediately changed.

"What's wrong?"

General Chang Sheng and the others noticed this anomaly and asked suspiciously.

After all, in their impressions, this Zhenxuan General has always been a giant who is not surprised everywhere, and he rarely shows this kind of expression in ordinary times.

Looking in the direction, I saw Zhang Haomeng stepping forward with a wine jar in one hand.

They knew that this was the fourth son of the ancestor of the Zhang family.

"Come on, come on, let's all drink open!"

Zhang Haomeng said with a big grin.

Kuang Long's eyes flashed, and he raised his glass a little unwillingly, and then drank it all.

He had been flattened by this other party with a fist before, and this matter was still spread in the station, so there was no need to ask if it was caused by the bragging of this thing and the people under him.

He was the No. 1 physical cultivator in Kyushu, the top-level existence in the Jindan Realm, and he was arrogant even when he was fighting the trapped beasts.

The ancestor of the Zhang family defeated him openly, and he obeyed!

So he didn't dare to complain anything to the ancestor of the Zhang family, even if he was called "Xiao Ming" in front of outsiders, he naturally swallowed it in his stomach.

But what's the matter with this kid?

In front of a powerful father, dare to kick his nose in the face?

Kuang Long is not happy!

In fact, what I don't know is that if Zhang Fengjiu throws out another exchange item at that time, he will definitely end up being killed with his own weak state.

In order to subdue him without harming his life, Zhang Haomeng undoubtedly made a lot of effort, but the whole process was difficult for Kuang Long to accept.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have to worry about it all the time.

This famous general did not remember Zhang Shaotiandian's two legs, nor did he remember that Zhang Zixian smashed his head with a clear ruler.

But it was unexpectedly concerned about Zhang Haomeng beating him with his fists at that time.

"Drink well! Drink well!"

Zhang Haomeng came to these people and shouted.

Seeing this, General Chang Sheng and the others nodded and returned their drinks to him.

"Come on! I'll give a few of you some drinks here!"

After Zhang Haomeng finished speaking, he took the wine jar and poured it into his mouth.

After a while, the wine jar bottomed out.

"No, not enough. ”

Zhang Hao muttered violently.

He threw away the empty jar, and then picked up the large jar on the other table.

This scene was seen by those few people, and they secretly said in their hearts that the fourth son of the ancestor of the Zhang family was quite able to drink.

As soldiers, they are quite happy to deal with such men.

There are no twists and turns, everything is true in the wine.

"Come on, let's drink!"

Among them, the general of Zhan Wu stood up with a smile and drank with Zhang Haomeng.

Soon, the atmosphere was stirred up.

Kuang Long sat in his seat peacefully, and didn't say anything when he saw this scene, only to see him pick up a piece of tender meat with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, chew it a few times and swallow it.

Then he poured himself a cup of elixir and drank it alone.

Zhang Haomeng just took a big sip of wine, and then turned his head to see this person's actions, and his tiger eyes lit up.

"Brother Long, why are you drinking alone, together. ”

He greeted with a smile on his face.

Seeing this, Kuang Long ignored it, but ate and drank by himself, completely treating this person as air.

When the generals saw this strange appearance, they all looked at each other.

Zhang Haomeng was not annoyed, he knew what it was.

"Hey, hey. ”

Zhang Haomeng walked over with the wine jar in his arms and sat on Kuang Long's side without any scruples.

"You ......"

Kuang Long looked at it coldly, and secretly said that this person's skin was thicker than the city wall.

"Brother Long, I have offended a lot before, Haomeng and I will make amends here, you will see that we will work together together in the future, and give Haomeng a face. ”

Zhang Hao leaned over and said with a smile while holding the wine jar in one hand.

He looked a little drunk, and he smelled of alcohol, but his mind knew exactly what he was doing.

Kuang Long's eyes flashed with surprise, but he didn't expect this person to unexpectedly admit his mistake in person.

I thought that the other party had a terrible father, so I thought about how to suppress myself.

After all, as a physical cultivation, after adding the previous incident, he felt that it was inevitable that he would be a little uncomfortable.

"Brother Long, I apologized to you for everything, should you still be a general. ”

Zhang Hao said fiercely.

"I remember that you seem to have told people before, this Kyushu No. 1 physical cultivation is you, right, and I am a façade person. ”

Kuang Long said coldly.

"Ah......h

Zhang Haomeng choked suddenly, and then he said embarrassedly: "Hehe, that's me bragging, don't take it to heart, I'm still late than you." ”

Kuang Long's eyebrows raised, "I still remember, you ...... before"

"Hahaha! Forget the previous ones! Let's think about something happy, and when the Blood Spirit God Sect is destroyed in the future, aren't you also quite majestic. ”

Zhang Hao laughed fiercely.

He directly stopped the other party's words and changed the topic abruptly.

"Oh, according to what my father said, I came to the same big family, and I will have to teach me in the future. ”

Zhang Hao said happily.

Since everything is said about this, Kuang Long is not easy to say anything, the more he thinks about it, the more interesting he feels, and his tense face shows a hint of a smile, "Okay, I, Kuang Long, am not a person who cares." ”

Then he raised his glass and gestured.

Zhang Hao laughed violently, hurriedly picked up the wine jar, raised his head and poured it in.

After a while, he said happily: "Cool!"

The relationship between the two also began to become harmonious.

When the other generals saw it, they each looked at each other and smiled, and they all echoed: "Come on, come on, don't even think about running tonight, drink more!"

Next, Zhang Haomeng compared with them to guess boxing, and the atmosphere was very pleasant, without any embarrassment before.

Big man, let's talk about it, and it's good to drink some wine with each other.

Besides, they are all coarse and have no careful eyes.

On the other side, a mighty man with a high crown sat in his seat, pouring the silver wine glasses placed on the table over and over again, and drank them all alone.

Mu Ruqiu Ming glanced at the lively scene around him, and sighed inexplicably a little lonely.

In his eyes, the Zhang family monks have a good relationship with people from all over the world, and there is no barrier in this banquet, and everyone has a good time.

For a while, this prince of the Muru royal family had a lot of thoughts in his mind.

He remembered everything in his family, and grief welled up in his heart.

Tens of thousands of households were slaughtered by the Blood Spirit God Cult, and their ancestors also died tragically.

In this way, the disaster suffered by his Mu Rujia is really glaring and ironic compared to the prosperity of the Zhang family.

Mu Ruqiu Ming looked at the black-robed man sitting on the main seat, and his mood was very complicated.

I'm like an ancestor, can't I really compare to the ancestor of the Zhang family......

Just as he pondered alone, a clear voice sounded with a smile.

"Qiu Ming, why are you drinking here alone. ”

Zhang Zixian was holding a three-legged silver cup in one hand and was walking towards this side.

Mu Ruqiuming's heart jumped, and he looked at this gentle and elegant man, a little stunned.

Even if he is so restrained and disguised, the breath on his body will inevitably give people a feeling of fear and fear.

Invisibly, there is an insurmountable barrier in the middle.

The gap is so huge.