When Zeng Nanyu finished drinking the fifth bottle, he found that Long Yifeng was waiting for him as before, but his face was even more red, and it seemed that he would suddenly fall to the ground after another drink.

"This kid is so tata, he hasn't drunk so much. ”

Zeng Nanyu was very depressed, and he himself began to use his strength as early as the third bottle. Completing the fifth bottle now, even if it is luck, it makes him feel a little uncomfortable, and there is a sense of lack of skill.

However, he firmly believes that as long as he persists a little longer, the kid in front of him who can't speak very well will definitely go down.

Again!

The sixth bottle went down, and Long Yifeng's face was already crimson, and it seemed that he had reached the limit.

After the seventh bottle, Long Yifeng's face turned from red to purple and blue, looking like he was poisoned by alcohol. But he still insisted on not falling off the table.

The classmates next to him also began to worry, for fear that Long Yifeng would fall to the ground and never get up again. Xiao Jing, who had always trusted Long Yifeng incomparably, also began to waver, worried that if he really met a master this time, he would be planted in Zeng Nanyu's hands.

Things have developed to this point, as long as neither side of the two sides falls, no one will easily admit defeat, even the bystanders cannot make decisions for the two.

Zeng Nanyu's heart was very uncomfortable and annoyed, looking at Long Yifeng, whose face was blue, he hated and was happy. I thought to myself, this kid will definitely not be able to drink you, I will drink you to death! You know, some people are like that, no matter how much you drink, he won't vomit. However, this kind of person who drinks too much is often the most dangerous.

In Zeng Nanyu's eyes, Long Yifeng is that kind of person!

So, ignoring his increasingly uncontrollable body and his internal strength, which was already too exhausted to hold on, he stretched out his slightly trembling hand and began to drink the eighth bottle.

Eight bottles of liquor in a pound! The onlookers next to him were already stunned, it was an inhuman data. Ordinary people can drink a pound of wine, and they can almost crisscross the rivers and lakes in the wine field. If you can drink two or three catties, within a certain range, you are basically an invincible existence.

If they were lucky enough to see someone else who could drink eight bottles, it would be godlike. Guess what kind of person will a person who can drink eight bottles be?

That's the invincible existence in the wine field! It's the kind of fairy in wine that everyone envies.

......

It is no wonder that Zeng Nanyu wants to take advantage of the victory to pursue, Long Yifeng's face at this time makes anyone think that he is in much worse condition than Zeng Nanyu. The face is getting bluer and bluer, and it is easy to believe that maybe the guy will vomit blood and die in the next second.

However, Long Yifeng seems to have a strong control, although he is too drunk, he still stubbornly controls his behavior.

This time, Zeng Nanyu drank a little hard.

He hadn't stopped when he had drunk the first seven bottles, but this time he had two breaks and the bottles never left his lips. It's just that his hands trembled even more, and his body began to shake. Everyone can see that Zeng Nanyu has reached a limit.

Whether it is Zeng Nanyu himself or his followers, they all believe that as long as he insists on drinking this bottle, Long Yifeng must be the last to fall. Because although Long Yifeng drank very crisply at this time, when he was two-thirds of the way to drink, he also stopped slightly.

After the previous seven bottles of wine competition, they have a certain amount of experience. In their opinion, Long Yifeng is accustomed to drinking fast wine, and there are few pauses, and there is a pause at present, and it is estimated that it will not work.

Of course. In addition to this experience, Long Yifeng's slightly dark face was a powerful pillar to strengthen their beliefs.

The eighth bottle is finished!

The people in the private room had already been numb, and as early as when they drank the fourth bottle, whether it was the people on Zeng Nanyu's side or Long Yifeng's side, they were already numb with shock. They even forgot to attack each other with words, and they forgot to cheer for the representatives of their own side. They all know that in such a situation, strength and will are everything, and all the voices and support from the outside world are nothing more than floating clouds.

After drinking the eighth bottle, Zeng Nanyu only felt groggy in his head, and looked at Long Yifeng next to him as if he was shaking, it was two at once, and it became three in the blink of an eye.

He thought fiercely in his heart: "Now you should fall, look at your bear-like, how long can you hold on to that bird-like?"

However, when he tried hard to open his eyes and looked at Long Yifeng, who swayed left and right for a while without falling, he reached out again and began to take the ninth bottle of liquor.

The second he was about to drink it, he vaguely saw Long Yifeng, who was shaking on the opposite side, start blowing at the bottle.

Zeng Nanyu, who made up his mind, was particularly happy when he drank this bottle of wine. He firmly believed that when he finished drinking, Long Yifeng would either fall to the ground or raise his hands in surrender.

Therefore, when he finished his last sip of wine, he couldn't wait to throw the wine bottle on the table, and looked at the other side with a smug face, hoping not to see Long Yifeng's sitting figure.

However, he was disappointed.

Long Yifeng's hateful figure was still shaking in front of him, as if he was still smiling at him. The smile was strange, like a laugh between friends, but for some reason the smile became more and more distorted, as if it was going to disappear.

Don't fall!

Zeng Nanyu shook his head and made himself more sober. Without seeing Long Yifeng fall, he couldn't let himself get drunk no matter what.

"Let's do it! the last bottle will kill you. ”

After all, Zeng Nanyu couldn't stand Long Yifeng's hateful face and shaking body, and poured the tenth bottle of wine into his mouth. However, before he finished drinking a third of the time, the wine bottle fell to the ground with a "pop" and shattered to the ground, and Zeng Nanyu himself was directly lying on the table unconscious.

His face pressed against one of the plates, stained with the remnants of the dish. If it weren't for the two attendants around him catching his body in time, he might have slipped and fallen under the dinner table.

On the other hand, Long Yifeng, who was opposite Zeng Nanyu, although he was still in that shaky state, he drank the tenth bottle in his hand very smoothly.

Holding the empty bottle in his hand, he said to Zeng Nanyu, who went down: "Drink, drink." Haha, why did you just lie down?"

In that way, it is like a drunken possession, reckless and arrogant.

Seeing Zeng Nanyu falling, he also took the empty bottle in his hand and said to the rest of the followers behind him: "Your boss has fallen, or you should go up." Come along. ”

Nima, what's more, my uncle can bear it, but my aunt can't bear it!

Looking at Long Yifeng, who was staggering and about to fall, Zeng Nanyu's horses didn't feel that they couldn't kill him. In their eyes, although the current Long Yifeng is full of Wang Ba's spirit, he is just a tiger who is strong on the outside and capable in the middle, and he can be killed with a casual blow.

Therefore, except for the two Zeng Nanyu, who was holding the sleeping Zeng Nanyu, the other two stood up, picked up the wine bottle on the table without saying a word and began to drink, looking at Long Yifeng in his eyes, signaling him to continue drinking.

Long Yifeng seemed to have drunk high, but he was not timid at all, so he picked up the bottle and began to drink again......

You have a bottle, I have a bottle, one after the other, and two more people have fallen.

However, Long Yifeng, who had always been between falling and not falling, did not fall. On the contrary, he seemed to be getting more and more energetic, his face returned to normal after drinking, his body that was originally a little shaky was stabilized, and his dirty eyes returned to a clear and bright appearance.

At this point, even a fool understands that Zeng Nanyu was tricked by Long Yifeng.

Zeng Nanyu's remaining two horses had to take care of three drunkards at the same time, and they were already at a loss. looked at Long Yifeng, who was sneering at them easily, and admitted defeat with a smile that was more ugly than crying.

There is no way, the current Long Yifeng is as sober as if he has not drunk alcohol. Even if the two of them fall, it is estimated that it will not help. But as soon as you came, Zeng Nanyu who was lying on the chair and the other two who fell to the ground had no one to take care of them at all.

"Since I have conceded defeat. Then you should remember to pay the bill, take good care of your boss, it's really evil to be drunk like this. ”

Long Yifeng shook his head with a smile, forcing Zeng Nanyu's two sober horses to carry out the agreement on fighting wine. Now even if the two of them ask to get drunk, Long Yifeng will not agree.

Otherwise, the one who will pay for them?

"Oba, is he a wine fairy?" exclaimed Xiao Jing, Liao Ying, the naughtiest in their bedroom.

Except for the drunken people, those sober people present understood that Long Yifeng's appearance of being too drunk was just to lure Zeng Nanyu and his horses to take the bait.

Otherwise, with Zeng Nanyu's hazy character, even if he admits defeat or cheats, he will not let himself get drunk.

If Long Yifeng had been fighting with him so soberly, it was estimated that as long as he drank three or four bottles and saw that Long Yifeng was still fine, he might find a way to go down the stairs.

When I got out of the hotel, it was already night, and the streets were bustling with people.

The nightlife is officially in full swing. Except for Xiao Jing, the other people in the two bedrooms surrounded Long Yifeng to force a confession why he drank more than ten bottles of height and two pots, and he was as fine as drinking water. No, it's easier than drinking water.

Whether it's water, if you drink more than ten bottles of wine in a row, it is estimated that you will be drunk to death or drunk, where can you still be as alive and viable as him?

Even if you drink water, you should have a big and round belly, which makes people unbearable, but Long Yifeng is strangely not in a state of doing anything at all, and even his stomach is not a little bulging.

"It's strange, we obviously watched you drink more than ten bottles of Erguotou with our own eyes, and you are okay at all, even your stomach doesn't bulge. So a little bit of belly, where are you going to put so many things?"

The chubby Chen Zhinan circled around Long Yifeng and asked questions that everyone thought were strange. Seeing that everyone else nodded in unison, looking at Long Yifeng expectantly, he knew that they also wanted to know why.

Looking at the few new classmates and friends in front of him, Long Yifeng didn't know how to explain to them.

Among these people, Xiao Jing is her own person, and she has long been accustomed to some special existences of Long Yifeng after many years of communication, such as strong XING ability and persistence of changing Tai, super memory ability, and occasional surprise. As long as Long Yifeng is still that Long Yifeng, she doesn't find anything strange.

However, the other six people knew Long Yifeng for the first time and felt strange about all his special performances.

In order to satisfy the curiosity of his friends, Long Yifeng cleared his throat seriously and said:

"Have you ever watched the TV, there is a sect called the Shushan School? The disciples in it can fly with the air, and there is a Taoist priest who will not get drunk no matter how much he drinks, and he can spit out the wine when he encounters the enemy to defend against the enemy. ”

Seeing that his friends nodded in affirmation and curiosity, Long Yifeng felt very satisfied, and then added, "Actually, I am a disciple from Shushan. ”

"Damn!"

"Go!"

"Neurotic!"

......

Six people, there are six different ways to express dissatisfaction, the girls are a little tactful, the male classmates are not so polite, after the torture is finished, they also work together to press Long Yifeng up and beat him up, completely ignoring the fact that he has just drunk more than ten bottles of liquor, and even the naughty Liao Ying also participates in the battle, until Long Yifeng threatens to vomit on them, the men and women disperse in a hurry.

Long Yifeng felt a little depressed, could it be that no one believed him if he was honest?

Although my brother and I are not disciples of Shushan, we are indeed existences of a similar level!

Master, it's lonely!