A drunken young man stumbled open the door of the dining room on the left side of the hall on the first floor, held the wine bottle in his hand, and staggered towards the center of the hall.

He was wearing a black T-shirt, his face was already red from drinking, his eyes were blurred, his mouth was full of wine, his body was shaking, and the chest of the T-shirt was sprinkled with wine and oil stains.

"Come, come! Come to respect, respect the dead brother, hehe, again, respect again, respect my Han Xiaoqi, respect my Han family's son! I will wait for the Han soldiers to drink this wine, and then follow the general to conquer Mobei and fight Hexi again! ”

He shouted loudly, said with tears in the corners of his eyes, and then drank the liquor in his hand in one gulp, and smashed the wine bottle in his hand to the ground, shattering it.

"Hahaha, ahahaha, happy, happy! Come on, serve the wine, bring the wine to Ben! ”

He shook his body, waving his limbs indiscriminately, shouting and screaming at the people around him, but unexpectedly, in the face of this drunkard, neither the staff nor the security guards of the Donghuang Hotel drove him away, everyone just looked at him silently, letting this drunkard with a scruffy beard go crazy.

"Bang." The left foot accidentally tripped his right foot, and the drunkard fell to the ground, and then a man slowly surged on the ground, surging and crawling to the corner of the wall next to him.

Standing up and leaning against the wall, the dirty drunkard took out a small bottle of liquor from his dirty jeans pocket, and in the next moment, he turned his left palm into a knife and slashed at the wine bottle with one palm! In just one moment, he cut off the mouth of the bottle lightly, but his left palm was not damaged in the slightest.

Huang Xiaobei and the others stared strangely at the drunkard in the distance, not knowing what the Donghuang Hotel was doing, why did they let such a drunk mess around here?

Lao Wei stared at the drunk who was leaning against the wall and still drinking for a while, and Lao Wei scratched his cheek in disbelief and said, "Is this a relative of the owner of the Donghuang Hotel?" Drinking like this, why don't you even have a person to manage? ”

Huang Xiaobei covered his nose, because even if it was so far away, the smell of alcohol on the drunkard's body even had some sour smell, and it was conceivable how many days he hadn't taken a bath.

Only Brother Maozi nodded when he saw that person sliced open the mouth of the bottle with one palm, thinking that this should be a person with a bit of martial arts, and the kung fu in his hands is absolutely good.

The drunken and smelly drunkard was still leaning against the wall and drinking, muttering something in his mouth as he drank, and then as he spoke, tears were left in his eyes, and he was crying and laughing alone holding the bottle.

When everyone carefully examined the drunkard, everyone found that although the drunkard was dirty and his face was full of stubble, he was a very heroic and masculine young man, his eyebrows and eyes were full of heroism, his bronzed skin was as tough as if he had experienced years of wind and rain, and his tearful eyes were also very bright, just like his name.

What's even more unimaginable is that the two hands he held the wine bottle were actually covered with cocoons, obviously a person with a knife all the year round, but such a heroic young man was now leaning against the wall like a homeless man on the street, gulping heavily and smiling bitterly.

Tang Seng, who had not spoken all the time, suddenly frowned, for some reason, he suddenly felt that the drunkard was different, very much like a general in ancient times, not because of the drunken words he said, nor because of his hands full of knife calluses, but the iron-blooded momentum on his body, which is the temperament that only people who have experienced the baptism of blood and iron in the era of cold weapons will have.

But seeing such a person now, it's a little strange to be ruthless.

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The drunkard laughed and cried and drank his wine, and soon, a crying girl with pear blossoms and rain chased out of the dining room, and stood in front of her beloved, this very beautiful and soft girl squatted down gently.

"Mingguang, don't drink it, let's go home."

The drunken ghost froze for a moment, looked at the girl in front of him with a blurred and distant gaze, and smiled.

"Home, do I still have a home? My sister is gone, the general is gone, hehe, I don't have a home, I don't have a home at all, come, drink another glass, the soldiers drink another glass, drink this wine, I'm waiting to set up the Han General Flag, the Han General Flag, the Han ....... I'll fuck you big man! ”

The drunkard slammed the bottle on the ground, and the girl screamed in fright, but she couldn't do anything but sobbed quietly.

"Mingguang, what are you doing here?"

Dongfang Qing finally couldn't stand it anymore, and walked quickly in front of the drunkard, who had always had a pretty face as warm as the wind, but it was cold at the moment.

The drunken man looked up at the angry Dongfang Qing in a daze, smiled hehe, and then stood up from the ground and shook his way.

"Sister Xiaoqing, haha, Sister Xiaoqing, where is my little viagra? Where did he go? I want to ask him for a few drinks, and we can definitely drink together, both of us are a group of people who have nothing left, and it's good to hug each other and cry twice. ”

Dongfang Qing looked at him silently, silently watching this former Han general degenerate into what he is today, but what can she say? She had no reason to blame him, and she didn't want to, or even dare not, blame him.

"Mingguang, it's been five years, you've been in a mess for five years, it's time to wake up, even if it's for Xiaofei, you should cheer up."

Dongfang Qing picked up the girl who was crying very sadly, hugged the girl in her arms, patted her jade back gently, and stared at the drunk named Qian Mingguang with deep eyes.

Hearing Dongfang Qing's words, the drunken man smiled, walked up to Dongfang Qing with a smile, and the drunkard's mouth spewed out a disgusting smell of wine, and he said hehe.

"Sister Xiaoqing, there is only one thing I want to do now, that is, to go back, return to Chang'an back then, die with the general, die with my soldiers, hehe, don't you say I forgot, five years, five years have passed! No, it's not five years, counting the five years there, Lao Tzu has lived for ten years! ”

"Qian Mingguang!" Dongfang Qing scolded angrily.

Pushing away the girl who wanted to help him, the drunk staggered, but he was resolute, strode out of the hotel, and shouted loudly.

"Lao Tzu has fought in Hexi, Lao Tzu has been to Mobei, I climbed out of the pile of dead people in Gaolan Mountain, Lao Tzu has seen dead people, Lao Tzu is not afraid of anything!"

A drunken young man stumbled open the door of the dining room on the left side of the hall on the first floor, held the wine bottle in his hand, and staggered towards the center of the hall.

He was wearing a black T-shirt, his face was already red from drinking, his eyes were blurred, his mouth was full of wine, his body was shaking, and the chest of the T-shirt was sprinkled with wine and oil stains.

"Come, come! Come to respect, respect the dead brother, hehe, again, respect again, respect my Han Xiaoqi, respect my Han family's son! I will wait for the Han soldiers to drink this wine, and then follow the general to conquer Mobei and fight Hexi again! ”

He shouted loudly, said with tears in the corners of his eyes, and then drank the liquor in his hand in one gulp, and smashed the wine bottle in his hand to the ground, shattering it.

"Hahaha, ahahaha, happy, happy! Come on, serve the wine, bring the wine to Ben! ”

He shook his body, waving his limbs indiscriminately, shouting and screaming at the people around him, but unexpectedly, in the face of this drunkard, neither the staff nor the security guards of the Donghuang Hotel drove him away, everyone just looked at him silently, letting this drunkard with a scruffy beard go crazy.

"Bang." The left foot accidentally tripped his right foot, and the drunkard fell to the ground, and then a man slowly surged on the ground, surging and crawling to the corner of the wall next to him.

Standing up and leaning against the wall, the dirty drunkard took out a small bottle of liquor from his dirty jeans pocket, and in the next moment, he turned his left palm into a knife and slashed at the wine bottle with one palm! In just one moment, he cut off the mouth of the bottle lightly, but his left palm was not damaged in the slightest.

Huang Xiaobei and the others stared strangely at the drunkard in the distance, not knowing what the Donghuang Hotel was doing, why did they let such a drunk mess around here?

Lao Wei stared at the drunk who was leaning against the wall and still drinking for a while, and Lao Wei scratched his cheek in disbelief and said, "Is this a relative of the owner of the Donghuang Hotel?" Drinking like this, why don't you even have a person to manage? ”

Huang Xiaobei covered his nose, because even if it was so far away, the smell of alcohol on the drunkard's body even had some sour smell, and it was conceivable how many days he hadn't taken a bath.

Only Brother Maozi nodded when he saw that person sliced open the mouth of the bottle with one palm, thinking that this should be a person with a bit of martial arts, and the kung fu in his hands is absolutely good.

The drunken and smelly drunkard was still leaning against the wall and drinking, muttering something in his mouth as he drank, and then as he spoke, tears were left in his eyes, and he was crying and laughing alone holding the bottle.

When everyone carefully examined the drunkard, everyone found that although the drunkard was dirty and his face was full of stubble, he was a very heroic and masculine young man, his eyebrows and eyes were full of heroism, his bronzed skin was as tough as if he had experienced years of wind and rain, and his tearful eyes were also very bright, just like his name.

What's even more unimaginable is that the two hands he held the wine bottle were actually covered with cocoons, obviously a person with a knife all the year round, but such a heroic young man was now leaning against the wall like a homeless man on the street, gulping heavily and smiling bitterly.

Tang Seng, who had not spoken all the time, suddenly frowned, for some reason, he suddenly felt that the drunkard was different, very much like a general in ancient times, not because of the drunken words he said, nor because of his hands full of knife calluses, but the iron-blooded momentum on his body, which is the temperament that only people who have experienced the baptism of blood and iron in the era of cold weapons will have.

But seeing such a person now, it's a little strange to be ruthless.

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