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At this time, the bull lying at the bottom of the bed listened quietly, and there were some cartons of items in front of him, blocking the view from the outside.

"You are really nagging, what do you care about me drinking so much wine, does it have anything to do with you?"

Barzahanis, who was sitting on the stall, said reproachfully in a somewhat unconscious manner.

"Okay, okay, it's okay, it's okay, but you drink like this, how can you chat with me, I think I'll take you back to your house, it's better to get a good night's sleep!"

Muhammad Hussein made an excuse and took Barzahanis up to take him home as if he was thinking about his plan.

"I, I'm not drunk, you, you, don't touch me!"

Barzahanis, drunk, knocked out Muhammad Hussein's hand.

"Okay, good, don't touch you, don't touch you!"

At this moment, Muhammad Hussein was also a little helpless.

This Bazarhanis is an old friend he has known for many years, and he is currently a small leader in the city's rebel army, and he is also a bit powerful, and he often comes to chat with him.

Therefore, Muhammad Hussein, it is not good to offend him too much, and drive him away directly, what if he gets drunk and goes crazy and picks up a gun and shoots himself out!

"Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night and drink so much? Something must have happened! ”

Seeing that Bazar Hanis would not be able to drive away for a while, Muhammad Hussein found a conversation about the way of heaven.

"Hehe, you're so funny, what can happen to me, man, you have to drink, how delicious the wine is!"

Barzahanis began to speak in a muddle, and Mohammed Hussein's eyes rolled slightly when he saw this, and a thought came to his mind, so he asked.

"Then can you still drink it, I have a good wine from the best Persia......"

"Good wine?"

Before Muhammad Hussein could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Barzahanis.

I don't know if it's the excitement of alcohol, or the excitement of Bazarhanis, a person who is an alcoholic, when he hears the word good wine.

At this moment, his face was ruddy, and his eyes showed a look of spirit, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and grabbed Mohammed Monkey Saindao.

"You, you still have good wine, quick, bring it to me to taste!"

"No, you're drunk like this, how can you still drink and mumble!"

Muhammad Hussein, lust for the sake of longitude.

"Who said I can't drink, I, I'm not quite in good spirits?"

As he spoke, Barzahanis stood up and patted his stomach.

"Wow, looks like you're pretty good at drinking!"

Muhammad Hussein praised with a smile.

"Then, then you need to say, quick, bring me the wine to taste!" Barzahanis Road.

"Okay, for the sake of your friend who is drunk in the middle of the night and still thinks about me, I will take out the fine wine that I have hidden for many years today and give you a taste!"

With a pretending of generosity, Muhammad walked to the table, glanced at Barzahanis, and then turned his head away, a conspiratorial sneer on his face.

He deliberately offered that he had good wine, in order to get this Barzahanis drunk.

"Here it is, fine Persian wine!"

Muhammad Hussein brought out a small wine vat in the shape of porcelain and poured a bowl for Barzahanis.

"Taste, how does it taste, this is a good wine that I have treasured for a few years, you have to treat me to a supper after drinking!"

Muhammad Hussein, holding the wine bottle, said haha.

"Definitely, definitely!"

As soon as he saw that there was wine to drink, Barzahanis immediately pecked the rice and hurriedly agreed, and then, taking the bowl of wine, he gulped and drank it violently, like a man in the desert who has been hungry and thirsty for many years.

Looking at Barzahanis gulping wine, there was a sly smile between Muhammad Hussein's eyebrows at this moment.

The degree of his liquor is about 47 degrees, although it is much different from the high-intensity liquor of Xia Kingdom, which is known as the hometown of liquor.

But it's more than enough to deal with a drunk who is already drunk.

"Good wine, good wine, I, good, want, again, come, one, bowl~"

As soon as he finished speaking, Barzahanis fell headlong on the table, drunk and unconscious.

Muhammad Hussein suddenly showed a triumphant smirk, and just as he was about to help Barzahanis back to his room, suddenly, there was a commotion outside.

A group of anti-government soldiers, armed with guns and military flashlights, seemed to be searching for something around.

At this moment, when he heard the movement outside and some scolding and gossip, he suddenly realized the possibility of being exposed and planned to escape.

However, Muhammad Hussein walked over to the bed and whispered in Shavin.

"Don't move, I have a way to help you stop!"

Hearing Muhammad Hussein's words, the bull believed him and did not choose to go out, but continued to stay under the bed.

Soon, a group of soldiers searched Mohammed Hussein's room.

At this time, Muhammad Hussein raised his head knowingly and said.

"Huh~, such a coincidence, why are you here!"

"Chief Esed Mogad was killed by gangsters who infiltrated the city, and we have been ordered to come and search from house to house!"

The leading soldier said lightly.

"Oh, you're here just in time, just now your captain Balzahanis was drinking with me here, and he grabbed my wine and couldn't drink it, and he got himself drunk!

"I don't know how to send him home, but you happened to come, just in time, help me send him back, he disturbed my sleep in the middle of the night, but he trapped me!"

Muhammad pretended to be sleepy and teased.

"Captain!"

The leading soldier was stunned for a moment, then walked over and looked at the middle-aged man lying on the table full of alcohol, this person is not his captain, Barzahanis.

"Captain~, wake up, wake up!"

The leading soldier shoved Barzahanis.

However, Bazarhanis didn't move, just muttered two words in his mouth, and he didn't know what he was talking about, and the whole person looked drunk.

"Don't call him, he's drunk, I didn't say it, I'm glad you guys came, otherwise I wouldn't know how to send him home, this old guy just said that he wanted to invite me to supper, but he drank like this, I don't think supper!"

Muhammad Hussein, who was on the side, said with a joking tone.

"Okay, thank you then, we'll send him back, and when he wakes up, I'll tell him he hasn't invited you to supper yet!"

The leading soldier seemed to be a close confidant of this Bazar Hanis, and when he heard Mohammed Hussein's joking words, he immediately had no doubts, and felt that this person was very close and interesting.

So, he expressed his gratitude directly to Muhammad Hussein.

"Oh, thank you so much, I'll bring you all when he invites him to supper!"

Muhammad Hussein looked pretended to be arrogant and said with a smile.

Suddenly, the soldiers behind all showed smiling faces one by one, and cheered excitedly: "Okay! ”

The smile on Muhammad Hussein's face became stronger and stronger, and his trick of borrowing flowers to offer Buddha was actually buying people's hearts and increasing their sense of enthusiasm and intimacy.

Sure enough, the cheering soldiers did not search for anything, but took Bazarhanis away.

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