Xiao Han looked at him with a smile and said, "Come on, I'm bored." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Little Storm, move the wine!" The little storm responded and was about to run to move the wine. Di Wufeng stretched out his hand and said, "No need, I'll come!" As he spoke, he took away all the sleeves of the wine jar on the back table and piled it up on the table.

This is Di Wuran but walked up to Di Wufeng and whispered: "Brother, you don't have any alcohol left, so don't compare." Di Wufeng smiled frankly, stroked Wuran's hair and said, "Silly girl, I have my own way, don't worry, just wait to sit down with your brother Yu to eat." When he heard his brother say this, he stood aside with joy and waited for him to win.

Xiao Hanben and Wufeng both flew up and stood on the wine jar, and began to pour wine into their stomachs one jar after another.

Xiao Bai looked at Xiao Han helplessly, smiled and sighed softly: "Xiao Guo'er, with Xiao Han to celebrate your birthday like this, you are also face-saving enough." ”

For a while, many people came over to watch the excitement. Xiao Han didn't feel anything when he drank, probably because he grew up in that ghost realm, and he ate too much snow wood fruit, so he was not afraid of alcohol. Or maybe it's because I've fought with Aaron too many times, and I've long been used to it. Or maybe there's no reason to get drunk. And Di Wufeng is indeed not strong enough to drink, but he can drink as much as Xiao Han, and his speed is also close behind Xiao Han, but it is also the same.

Di Wuran looked very nervous, clenching his palms and looking at Di Wufeng, his heartbeat also accelerated, and his eyes almost forgot to blink. Just frowned and looked at them.

Ah Long looked at it strangely, how could this flute look like the amount of wine was average, and now it could be as fast as Xiao Han. A little strange, Ah Long said: "Xiao Storm, this windless looks a little strange. He shouldn't have drunk so fast. After hearing this, Xiao Storm said: "I said, the bloodline of the flute is so strange, it turns out that he is turning blood into wine." Ah Long was shocked and asked, "You mean that he used his own blood to instantly relieve the smell of wine?" Xiao Storm laughed and said: "Yes, it's not bad, this is a man." A manly man should be fearless. Ah Long felt that something was wrong, and said: "This is to use the heart pulse to turn the wine, and it will be fine for a while." But after a long time, I am afraid that it will stimulate the spiritual power in the body to rush into the chest and directly into the heart vein. At that time, as soon as the heart is broken, he will die violently. The little thug waved his hand and said: "Ah Long, you don't have to worry about it, this flute is a bad stomach, and he caused himself to die." Aaron said, "No, little tyrant." Today is a happy event on the fifth day, and it is not good to see blood. Ah Long thought about it and went to find Moyu.

Di Moyu was stroking his forehead and sighing at this time, and when he saw Ah Long, he said: "Alas, Di Wufeng drank Di Wuran, the brother and sister are too ignorant, Ah Long, shouldn't I protect them anymore." Ah Long said: "I will talk about it later, if you look carefully at Wufeng, he is using blood to turn wine, it is too dangerous." Only then did Mo Yu begin to pay attention to the windless that kept throwing the wine jar. Sure enough, now Wufeng's face is pale, and if he compares it again, he is afraid that it will be a gamble.

Mo Yu still couldn't bear to see death without help, and after thinking about it, he raised his eyebrows and used his spiritual power to send a message to Xiao Han and said, "It's no longer comparable, Wufeng is too desperate, and he will see blood." In fact, at this time, Xiao Han already knew that Di Wufeng was using his blood to turn wine, and Xiao Han admired him in his heart. I really didn't expect a person like Di Wufeng who dared to go against the Nine Heavens, and even his parents didn't pay attention to him. It is also admirable to protect his little sister like this. Xiao Han was a little moved in his heart, so he thought about teaching him a lesson and then stopping. Seeing that Uncle Di had also spoken at this time, Xiao Han threw away the wine jar in his hand and said, "No, it's not comparable!"

Di Wufeng was calling his blood, and Xiao Han, who was listening, suddenly said such a sentence, knowing that he was going to talk again. With a sudden startle in his heart, he rushed into his heart, and Mo Yu hurriedly sent a spiritual power over to help him. Who knew that this flute Wufeng didn't appreciate it, he only shook his hand and turned on the spiritual power, and he used the Yuan Shen to suffer the impact in his body. Suddenly, the evil qi in his chest surged, and he was about to vomit blood. Wufeng took a cup of tea from the air, pretended to be fine, took the tea to his mouth, spit out all the blood, and drank it into his stomach. looked at Xiao Han with a smile and said, "Since the first Immortal Venerable has admitted defeat, then fulfill the promise as agreed." Xiao Han said with a smile: "Xiaobai won't eat with your girl, you are an elder brother, you should persuade her well, don't be delusional." After speaking, Xiao Han sat back on the table and said, "Xiao Tyrant, clean up the wine jar here." The few of them began to eat and chat again.

Xiao Han knew that Xiaobai would not like other girls, and he hated this kind of difficult girl. He didn't intend to let him win, but later saw that he was too desperate and wanted to let him go, so he didn't compete anymore. But everyone here looked at Xiao Han as if he was deliberately playing the flute without wind, and some of them even laughed out loud. The hatred in Wufeng's eyes is hidden deeply, but it spreads widely. He only looked at the faces of the people around him coldly, and secretly remembered in his heart that in a few days, he would let Qi Jun go to you one by one to drink tea.

Here Di Wuran cried and said, "Brother, what should I do." I want to sit with Brother Yu. Hearing Di Wuran crying like this, Wufeng felt very distressed in his heart, and was more annoyed with his uselessness. Thinking that if I am the king of this world, how can you dare to oppose me in a lonely night. Don't give me a chance, when I hold the world one day, I will definitely kill all your favorite relatives, friends, and your little spirit beasts. Kill you in the end. Let you die a painful and desperate death all the way. Wufeng thought of this, and his mood was much better, so he pulled the flute and said, "Xiao Ran, don't cry." I have already won, you will follow them back to the Hall of Eternal Life today to find that little white immortal venerable for tea. They don't dare not let you in. After hearing this, Wuran said with a happy face: "Really, brother?" Wufeng looked at Wuran and scratched the tip of her nose and said, "Silly girl, when did my brother lie to you." After speaking, he ignored the others and returned to the banquet with Wuran.

As soon as Di Wufeng sat down, Di Heng stretched out his hand to hit him. was stopped by Wu Niangniang, and said softly: "Ah Heng......" He shook his head lightly as he spoke, signaling him not to be impulsive. Di Heng didn't want to be swaggering anymore, so he withdrew his hand, sighed and said, "Son!" Wufeng just pretended not to hear what he said, picked up the tea again, and pretended to drink tea without incident. But Di Heng snatched it away and said, "What to drink, don't drink it!" Di Heng suddenly saw the blood stains in the teacup, and immediately understood that Xiaofeng was injured. Di Heng reluctantly withdrew his gaze, and no longer looked at him, only shouted in a low voice: "Take the blame!" Wufeng still ignored him, just continued to eat and drink as if it was nothing.