When Sister Feng finished speaking, the singing voices of the girls on both sides became a little louder, very festive, and at the same time, those who had just been thrown down by Shang Yang did not hold grudges, they all stood up, picked up the reeds that had been prepared a long time ago, and blew them wantonly, and the villagers in front of them did the same, clapping their hands while showing a simple smile.

Shang Yang was stunned, really stunned!

He vaguely remembered a sentence he had heard before: the Miao girl's singing voice, the reed sheng blowing, and the song of mountains and flowing water, I don't know how many people were scared, and they still laughed at that time.

Which into thought.

Sister Feng, who has always been by her side and thinks she is the most familiar, is actually a Miao girl!

And I stupidly came to the village with her and did it for her in the car... Isn't it good?

There was no stage fright, though.

Tilting his head back, resting his head on Sister Feng's stomach, looking up, seeing Sister Feng's face that could be called a fairy under the costume, he knew frankly: "Miao Nasha, you are so beautiful..."

Sister Feng was full of smiles, she often wore costumes when she was a child, standing at the end of the mountains and rivers, and at that time she also imagined that one day, she would become the girl who fed people wine, waiting, looking forward to, thirty years, this day finally came...

Hearing Shang Yang's words, his smile froze, but he was embarrassed and embarrassed, and subconsciously urged: "Do you want to drink?"

"Drink!"

Shang Yang sat up straight again, took the bowl that was already full of wine in Sister Feng's hand, the bowl was not very big, with a white background and a sauce color, very light, somewhat similar to the ancient bowl on TV, filled with about two taels or more, and drank it in one gulp!

Sweet in the mouth with a hint of wine.

After Shang Yang felt it, he suddenly became proud, where is this wine, it is clearly ... Drink!

The empty hand who handed this bowl to Sister Feng, took another bowl for alternation, and drank it again in one gulp, without even gasping, for Shang Yang, who was used to drinking fifty-three degrees of sauce-flavored liquor, it was easy and pleasant.

Bowl after bowl, bowl after bowl.

In the blink of an eye... Forty-five bowls to drink.

It adds up to about nine catties, and according to the conversion of beer, about nine per bottle.

Shang Yang leaned back again, pressed against Sister Feng's lower abdomen, squinted and smiled: "You can't jump..."

Sister Feng's face turned even redder, and she bounced his head back with her stomach without leaving a trace, urging: "It's only a small half, hurry up and drink..."

Bounced Shang Yang back, with a little woman's smile on her face that she had never seen before, charming, what she cared about was not whether Shang Yang could drink, but Shang Yang's momentum of drinking, for now, she was unstoppable.

The mountains and flowing water represent the continuity, which means: the singing does not stop, and the wine cannot stop!

Shang Yang continued to shoot his bow left and right, bowl after bowl...

Soon, seventy bowls had been drunk!

"Buzz"

Shang Yang suddenly felt as if he had been hit by someone in his head, very dizzy, very dizzy, only by cheering up could he sit firmly, if he was relaxed, he might fall to the ground all of a sudden.

The wine is up!

This kind of wine is not high, but it is full of stamina, Shang Yang has this feeling for the first time, no matter if he drank any wine, he had time, but now, bowl after bowl, his stomach has been visibly enlarged, as if he was pregnant for ten months.

In fact, since he came out in Huidong, he rarely drinks beer, and he can drink an average bottle of beer a year, and all occasions are white and red wine...

Put it in the stomach that used to sit in the KTV, and four people drank 230 bottles a night, no longer a problem!

"Whew..."

He slowed his movements and began to breathe rapidly.

However, these people did not give him a chance to rest at all, and when he paused, his singing suddenly amplified,

Lu Sheng was also blown impassionedly, like a war drum, telling him to continue the attack.

"Gollum..."

Shang Yang drank another bowl, his posture was wrong, and he almost vomited.

"Bang"

His head tilted back again, hit Sister Feng's lower abdomen, and grinned, "You can't run away..."

Sister Feng pursed her lips and smiled: "There are still twenty-eight bowls left, let's talk about it after drinking..."

"Okay!"

Shang Yang suddenly moved forward, his strength was too great, and he almost rolled out of the maza, but fortunately, Sister Feng was still holding him from behind, fixing him, and grabbed a bowl of wine, piped it in his mouth, his eyes that were almost unable to open, and suddenly realized a situation, when he was drinking, the wine on both sides was flowing into the bowl.

In other words, the slower you drink, the more you flow.

I was too real before, after drinking a bowl, I was still waiting to fill it, if I grabbed it directly, how much less could I drink?

Find a way to drink it quickly, then immediately grab the bowl, drink it again, and so on.

"Not stupid..."

Sister Feng secretly muttered, in fact, everyone who drinks mountains and rivers will cheat and play tricks, but it is not the drinker who is clever, but the girl who feeds the wine, here, only those who are willing to marry him will feed the wine, otherwise there will be no chance to drink.

And the girl has already made up her mind that she is willing to marry him, so naturally she will not let him drink unconscious, and will deliberately let the wine be less, one or two at a time, or even very little, and give him the wine...

Sister Feng deliberately poured more.

It's not because she doesn't want Shang Yang to succeed, but because she doesn't want Shang Yang to succeed easily, anyway, there is still a chance to be the longest person she has ever seen, it took three years to drink ninety-nine bowls, and the first time she only drank ten bowls she was drunk, and she practiced it little by little.

Although he didn't have time to spend three years here, it was still okay to let him stay awake for a few days.

It's all he owes himself, who made himself wait for him for so many years, how can he be easily made to wait?

Ninety bowls.

"Whew... Whew..."

Even if Shang Yang cheats and cheats, he feels that it is difficult to get down, and the wine is in his throat, as long as the posture is not right, so that the stomach is compressed, it will squirt out as soon as possible...

"Sister Feng... Sister Feng..."Shang Yang's tongue was already spinning when he spoke, uncontrollable, this kind of wine and liquor are two different things when drunk, liquor is not dizzy, and this kind of wine, after drinking it, I feel that my head is going to explode, I just don't know what will happen after sobering up...

"Countdown..."

Sister Feng looked down at him, her tone suddenly became much softer, she thought about it very well just now, but seeing his current appearance, she was a little distressed, no matter how good the wine was, it would still hurt her body, if she could secretly decorate it less, she might have finished drinking...

After thinking about it, he added, "Come on!"

"!"

When Shang Yang heard the cheering, he became indomitable again, but after shouting, a stream of liquid sprayed from his mouth.

"Whew!"

Shang Yang was dizzy, but he hadn't completely lost his mind, he had already drunk ninety bowls, if he vomited, it would not be too much of a loss, he quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth, and in an instant, his face was like an angry frog, his shares were round, his eyes were much bigger, and he looked at the hundreds of villagers watching in front of him.

Ease down for a few seconds, and swallow it back little by little...

"Huh"

The moment I swallowed it, I picked up the bowl again and drank it all again.

"Huh"

Then the word takes the bowl.

Seeing that he actually swallowed it back and could still drink it all the people in front were stunned there was only one person in the village who drank ninety-nine bowls at a time it was a few decades ago what was the situation at that time and many people were not and

I don't know, but in the last ten years, no one has been able to drink it all at one time, and it will be the third time at the earliest, or in the case of the girl's waterproof...

They thought Shang Yang was going to fall.

Because of this kind of wine, the moment it is spit out, it means that the blood is on the head, and the degree of dizziness increases several times in a short period of time, and how many people fall down the moment they spit it out...

"Five..."

Shang Yang drank a bowl, and these people counted down the night.

"Four"

"Three"

At first, he was still alone, but later, hundreds of people in front of him began to count at the same time.

"Two"

The voices of the hundred people were very loud, but the girls on both sides sang higher, and the reeds were blown louder.

The two sides seem to be competing, echoing each other.

"One!"

Shang Yang looked at the last night, took a deep breath, then leaned back, looked up at Sister Feng, grew his mouth, and poured the wine into it little by little.

"Snap"

There were ripples in the wine, and it was not the wine that fell down, but Sister Feng's tears.

Sister Feng's eyes were red, and she cried with joy, for her, this kind of ceremony is more meaningful than a wedding that attracts thousands of people, and it is also the most anticipated in this life.

"Gollum"

Shang Yang pressed down the wine mixed with Sister Feng's tears in one gulp.

After drinking, his arms hung down, he had no strength, and he had a silly smile on his face, and he had thought about it for many years, and finally, he could have him in a grand manner...

"Huh"

The singing stopped, the reeds stopped, and all the sounds turned into cheers.

Shang Yang raised his arm again with great effort, wanting to touch Sister Feng's face.

Sister Feng's face with heavy silver ornaments slowly fell, and she took the initiative to grab his hand and put it on her face.

Shang Yang asked intermittently, "You... Is it mine?"

Sister Feng bent her waist lower, right in front of Shang Yang's eyes, and said slowly, "It's not yet..."

"Not count?" Shang Yang almost woke up when he heard this.

Sister Feng looked left and right, and said shyly: "I haven't had a cave room yet..."

"Hey, hey"

Shang Yang suddenly grinned, if she said so, she really didn't count, and asked tentatively: "I want the cave room now"

Sister Feng's eyes dodged, but she still nodded, and the silver jewelry on her head shone brightly.

"Let's go!"

Shang Yang didn't know where a force came from, and stood up in an instant, this kind of thing is not waiting for me, although it is still in broad daylight, but... Who cares?

As soon as he stood up, he almost fell down.

"Huh"

Sister Feng's eyes were quick, so she hurriedly held on, put her arm on her shoulder, and said angrily: "Why are you drinking like this... It's better to take another approach..."

"Another way?"

Sister Feng showed a rare hint of cunning on her face: "Actually, it's okay if you don't drink, it's okay to carry me directly to the room..."

"Whew"

Shang Yang remembered where he had heard before, you can resist the girl and go directly to the cave room, of course, everything must be in a reasonable situation, otherwise it is a crime.

It turns out that they can also be here!

I don't want to discuss that now.

waved his hand and said solemnly: "Sister Feng, it may really not work, I... I'm worried about spitting on you..."

He's not kidding, but he really wants to throw up, very much.

Sister Feng looked around, put her mouth to Shang Yang's ear, and said gently: "I don't need you, I'll come..."