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Nima.

Is this really drunk out?

Am I hallucinating?

At this moment, all the gentlemen were frightened.

The mix of spirits is scary enough.

And there's a whole bucket of it!

You can't drink that much even with water, right?

Qin Hao actually drank it all dry?

This guy ...... Is it human or not!

In addition to surprise, Situ Yuemei's eyebrows were more fearful.

She thought she was a god of wine.

But now compared to Qin Hao, is it completely weak!

"No, he can drink so much, if he goes on like this, won't I fail?" again?" Situ Yuemei was in a hurry.

She has hated failure since she was a child, but in front of Qin Hao, she seemed very helpless.

However, the only thing to be thankful for was that she found that Qin Hao's face was a little red.

Can't he take it?

As soon as the thought came to mind, sure enough, Situ Yuemei saw Qin Hao stumbling.

"He's really getting drunk!"

With ten thousand joys in her heart, Situ Yuemei let go of her shock and said to Qin Hao: "Come on!"

"Okay!" Qin Hao muttered with a drunken face, "Hurry up and pour wine for grandpa, grandpa will drink you to death!"

I'm drunk, I'm really drunk! I even used the word "lobi" like grandpa!

When she boarded, Situ Yuemei opened her bow left and right, and poured two bottles of two pots into the barrel.

Under normal circumstances, there is no such thing as a second pot head in such a high-end place, but in order to drink this guy, she specially instructed her subordinates to arrange it.

When the two bottles of wine were poured, she shouted to the still shocked gentlemen, "Do it!"

The gentlemen woke up in an instant and began to pour wine into the barrels.

Situ Yuemei picked up a bottle of burning knife and Moutai again, and looked at Qin Hao and sneered as she poured the wine: "Slut, you are starting to lose your eyes, you really can't hold it! Hmph, it's a waste to let you drink Moutai!"

After a while, the barrel was filled with mixed spirits again, and the indescribable smell of wine wafted around.

Because it was so noisy here, the dancing guests also gathered around.

"Huh, what's going on?"

"Wow, isn't that Qin Hao!" In the crowd, the black and white duo came a little late, they hadn't seen Qin Hao before, but when they saw it at this time, their eyes suddenly lit up.

Zhu Biao also walked over, his eyes full of awe: "I actually saw him again!"

An old man muttered, "What are you little guys excited about, this guy is not President Midi!"

"Uncle, you don't understand this! This Qin Hao is cooler and more awesome than President Midi in our eyes, okay!"

Zhu Biao said in surprise.

"It's not promising!" The old man glanced at Zhu Biao: "Nephew, I'm afraid you've been practicing martial arts all these years." This young man looks flat, he really has the god you preached. ”

"Uncle, you are in retreat in the mountains by yourself, and you haven't seen Qin Hao's strength, but please don't insult him!" Zhu Biao said helplessly.

"Bastard boy, Lao Tzu was so famous at the beginning, and I didn't see you worship ...... so much" The old man was furious.

"Of course I know that uncle, you are flying Xu Shilang on a stick!" Zhu Biao said pretendedly: "Back then, he was a big man on the same level as Qian Feishun, but now Qian Feishun is not Qin Hao's opponent......"

"Bastard!" Xu Shilang scolded angrily: "You unfilial nephew, Lao Tzu treated you like this at the beginning, and now he actually elbows outside!"

Zhu Biao was very helpless, after his uncle went out of the mountain, he heard too much about Qin Hao's various prestige, but he was jealous like a child.

On weekdays, they boast about Qin Hao, and their uncle likes to slander Qin Hao.

No, Xu Shilang looked at Qin Hao with disdain: "Just this amount of alcohol, just bully the children." ”

Zhu Biao did not object to this sentence.

The black and white shuangsha also looked at Xu Shilang with some solemnity.

When Xu Shilang was young, in addition to flying on a stick, he also had a nickname of Thousand Bottles.

This man is in a wild mood, he has been soaking in a wine vat since he was a child, and his most glorious achievement is to get drunk with two tables of people with the power of one person.

Xu Shilang really wants to, the barrel in Qin Hao's hand, he can't drink it.

At this moment, the gentlemen began to drink.

After another round, quite a few people began to fall.

Only a handful of people were left standing.

Situ Yuemei began to sway left and right.

When Xu Shilang saw this, there was deep disdain on the corner of his mouth, "What, this group of young people is blowing so hard, and it turns out to be a group of waste!"

Under his gaze, Qin Hao was scolded by Situ Yuemei, and he also began to pick up the barrel and prepare to dry.

Xu Shilang said with sour disdain: "Pretending guy, this barrel of wine is like water to me, who saw me go out and pretend to beep?"

Zhu Biao couldn't help it, "Uncle, now it's the world of young people, you can rest in peace when you're old, don't be a weird sour person anymore." ”

"Bastard!" Xu Shilang punched Zhu Biao viciously, and he bared his teeth when he hammered.

Xu Shilang roared: "This waste is already shaking, he can't drink this pot of wine at all, you look at it, the garbage that you blow invincible is about to come out of the ocean!"

In the midst of the rage, Qin Hao over there began to pour wine.

Goo rumble goo.

As he poured it violently, the people at the scene seemed to be able to hear the loud sound.

As time passed, the expressions on everyone's faces began to grow in surprise.

This young man is playing so fat and crazy at the ball?

Is it necessary?

He's going to be out of luck.

Thirty seconds later.

The barrel fell to the ground, Qin Hao touched his mouth, burped and said, "Hmm, it's not bad." ”

When it came, the audience was silent.

Is this done again?

Is it human?

"He's going to fall!" Xu Shilang was also a little surprised.

He didn't think Qin Hao could hold on.

Because judging by the complexion.

This young man can't do it anymore.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Qin Hao, who was originally dazed, grinned at the corners of his mouth, pointed at the gentlemen who were still standing and shouted, "Come again!"

"Damn!" You's face flushed drunk, and he even scolded: "Come back!

"I'm not playing anymore!" said one of the gentlemen, bending over and throwing up.

That Situ Yuemei was even more dizzy, and there was a double image in front of her.

In his confusion, he saw Qin Hao's beaten expression.

Why isn't he drunk yet?

I'm going to ......

Vomit!

Situ Yuemei began to go crazy, bending over and throwing up, which made the guards stunned.

Poof!

After spitting up, Situ Yuemei fell to the ground, her eyes were blurred, and the corners of her mouth were muttering: "Drink! I want to continue drinking! I can't lose to Qin Hao!

Halfway through speaking, he was actually drunk and began to cry bitterly.

The guards were simply stunned.

Miss, crying again?

I've cried too many times today!

Soon, someone woke up and looked at Qin Hao with some fear.

Repeatedly angry and crying big evil girl, is this guy the devil?

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