Every time Wang Xiaoming picked up a wine glass and drank, he would glance at Han Fengyu from the corner of his eye. He found a rather depressing problem.

That's it, this Han Fengyu can't get drunk at all!

Although the degree of Moutai is not as good as that of Hengshui Laobaigan and Hongxing Erguotou, the degree is several times higher than that of water wine from another world.

On the other hand, Han Fengyu, every time he was slightly drunk, he would use Xuan Qi and instantly clear the alcohol power.

Although Han Fengyu has already talked with Wang Xiaoming at this moment, it seems that it is very early to want Han Fengyu to be his personal bodyguard.

Wang Xiaoming chatted with Han Fengyu without a match, his thoughts turned rapidly, and he pondered how to make the relationship between the two sides go further.

Han Fengyu is a few years older than himself, if there is such a young Xuanhuang eldest brother covering, he will be trying to find a way to heal Shun Lao's injuries in the future. Then there are two Xuanhuang masters behind him.

Not to mention picking up Star City, it is the Star Dou Empire, and you can also break through with your head held high.

Moreover, judging from Han Fengyu's eyes, Wang Xiaoming, who had already been a person from the past, knew that this kid was definitely interested in Nalan Liangbing.

When the time comes, find a way to match, and that is the benefactor of the two of them. When the time comes, he will have the support of the mysterious Nalan family behind him, even if Liang Xiang from the capital comes in person, he will dare to touch it.

At that time, the entire Wang family will be in full swing, and the task of saving the Wang family given to him by the system will be completed, and 10,000 merit points will be in the bag.

Although Wang Xiaoming has to admit that Nalan Liangbing is extremely beautiful, and her unique ethereal temperament is very attractive. He finally came to the other world, and under the instinct of male animals, why didn't he want to have a group of wives and concubines?

However, it seems that the dead ghost Wang Xiao Ming in his mind is not dead yet, and whenever he has this kind of thought in his mind, he will think of Wan'er's pretty face. Then deep down I blamed myself inexplicably.

Putting these aside first, it is imperative that Wang Xiaoming lacks merit points.

8,000 merit points are used to lift the oath curse, and Wan'er's resurrection still needs 20,000 merit points to buy floating lotus roots, and she only has a few merit points at present, and so far, her arm is still disabled.

The system said that if he healed on his own with the power of blood, it would take a full half a month.

Duoduo has long been unable to drink, although she is also a heroine in wine, but she has no mysterious energy, and it is inevitable that she will be a little uncomfortable when she introduces this kind of liquor for the first time.

As for Xiaoxiao, he had already tilted his head and was lying on the dinner table, and he didn't know what was going on. Maybe he wants to use alcohol anesthesia to accept what he instinctively resists.

This bottle of Moutai was gradually drunk by the two of them.

"Hehe, Ming Shao......" Han Fengyu looked unsatisfied, and glanced hard at Wang Xiaoming's trousers.

Fortunately, he knew the reason why he did this, otherwise Wang Xiaoming would definitely think that he had met his first brother in the other world.

"There is only one bottle left...... Wang Xiaoming reluctantly bought a bottle of Hengshui Lao Baigan again and took it out.

As for why he didn't buy Moutai, because he only had 3 merit points left. After buying Hengshui Lao Baigan, there are only 2 points left.

Hengshui Laobaigan, the taste is naturally not as mellow as 20-year-old Moutai, but there is a characteristic, that is, it is strong!

76° high liquor, if Han Fengyu doesn't run the Xuan Qi, he will definitely be drunk!

Wang Xiaoming poured a glass of wine with his left hand again, and said with a painful face: "I said, Brother Yu! It's just such a bottle, if you drink a little bit, you will use Xuan Qi to clear the power of wine, so how can you feel the joy of drinking?"

Speaking of this, Wang Xiaoming tentatively ridiculed: "To put it bluntly, I thought that drinking like that was no different from waste! Look at me, when did you use Xuan Qi to clear the power of alcohol?"

The reason why Wang Xiaoming said this is to see Han Fengyu's attitude, if Han Fengyu is unhappy after listening to his ridicule, then today's bureau will be in vain. If he listens to himself, it proves that he is convinced.

However, Wang Xiaoming feels that there should be no problem with his control of the situation.

Sure enough, after Han Fengyu heard this, he was not annoyed, he did find that Wang Xiaoming had not used Xuan Qi to clear the alcohol at all, but his face was still as usual, and he hurriedly asked: "Then how do you drink?"

"Drinking, drinking is the state of mind!" Wang Xiaoming tilted his neck, feeling the unique hotness of Lao Baigan, and suddenly looked satisfied, and said: "For example, a sergeant on the battlefield, when you drink, you should drink to show your ambition and pride." ”

"For example, when a friend leaves, the wine of a strong line. As he spoke, Wang Xiaoming took another drink.

"Another example, you and I drink!" Feeling that the throat was on fire, Wang Xiaoming was fascinated, poured a full cup for Han Fengyu, and said: "As the saying goes, 'wine is drunk by confidants, and poetry is chanted to people', today you and I can drink wine here with an open stomach, laugh a few times in your life, and get drunk when you meet in a wine fight! Use Xuan Qi to clear the smell of wine, that is insincere to friends!"

Looking at Han Fengyu picking up the wine glass as if he didn't understand, Wang Xiaoming was holding the table, and he was a little drunk even if he had a lot of fast wine just now. Although his head was dizzy, his eyes were like bright stars, and he seemed to see through the clouds, and he saw the earth far away from an unknown number of light years.

Originally, this bottle of wine was used by him to pour Han Fengyu, but as he spoke, he thought of the earth, remembered the past, homesickness, wine, and hatred.

It seems that Han Fengyu beside him is no longer important, he Wang Xiaoming just wants a hangover.

The wine entered the bowels and turned into lovesick tears, Wang Xiaoming was desolate as a stranger in a foreign country, who could understand?

It seems that between the whole heaven and the earth, there is only one one-armed boy left, who throws his neck up and drinks from time to time.

Han Fengyu was also gradually infected by this atmosphere, and took the case, snatched the wine bottle in Wang Xiaoming's hand, and took a few sips, and sure enough, as Wang Xiaoming said, he felt a fire flowing through his throat, and he was immediately addicted.

The first bottle of Moutai was drunk for a full hour.

And this bottle of Lao Baigan was indeed drunk by the two of them in less than a moment.

Lao Baigan is a strong liquor, and neither of them used Xuan Li to clean the wine, and they were a little dizzy under the binge drinking.

"Is there any wine left!" Han Fengyu let go of his restraint with the strength of the wine and said arrogantly.

"How can it not be!" Wang Xiaoming glared, his current realm can loan merit points have changed from 20 points to 100 points, and suddenly there are two pots on the table, Wuliangye, Jian Nanchun...... There were more than a dozen bottles of well-known and good wine, which appeared on the table in an instant.

It seems that the thing that I just said that there was only one bottle left has long been forgotten.

The two of them are like this, no one needs to be angry, and they drink with their stomachs open.

As a cultivator, he ate a lot of food, and before he knew it, the dishes on the table had been changed several times, and there were more and more empty bottles on the ground.

At this time, it doesn't matter how to induce Han Fengyu, Wang Xiaoming originally wanted to pretend to beep with Han Fengyu so that he didn't need Xuanli sake, but this beep seemed to be a bit big, and he put himself in.

Wang Xiaoming just wanted to get drunk.