Wine, good wine, is always unforgettable, especially for hunters who fight on the line of life and death all year round. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Rodin was a good drinker, and from the first Vigema that Leviathan invited him to drink, he had become a drinker, but far from the point of being a drunkard, and under his perverted self-control, he drank much less frequently than a normal hunter, and he was in a slightly drunken state, and the shackles of his soul were liberated, and his mood became extremely pleasant.

Today is a good opportunity, with a full glass of wine and a beautiful woman to accompany you.

Rodin and Lorovia sat across from each other, each with twelve glasses of wine on the wine table in front of them.

The contents of the cup are cloudy, clear, colorful, and interesting, shimmering with a mysterious and seductive light.

"Virgma, West Cloud, Feguel Dry Red, Anxiety Relief Flower, Dabailieji, Addiction, Vange Stout ......"

"We have specially selected the best of 12 kinds of wines according to your taste, including wine, beer and spirits. ”

Lorovia licked her pink lips with her tongue, her eyes full of teasing, "Now let's get started?"

Rodin took a deep breath, the aroma of wine intoxicated him slightly, "Why not?!" he suddenly picked up a full glass of dark beer and raised his glass to the other party.

"Boss, no matter what the outcome is today, I have to admit that you are a woman who does not let her eyebrows go, the first glass of wine, I respect you!"

The dark beer enters the mouth consistently, only to see the Adam's apple constantly stirring, and the rich malt burnt aroma crosses the lips and teeth, slides from the mouth to the throat, melts into the stomach, and finally brews a slight sweetness.

"Bang!" the upside-down glass fell back to the table empty, and Rodin squinted in admiration, "Cool!"

"Giggles, the guests are so bold, I'll have this cup!"

Lorovia wrinkled her nose like a little fox and sniffed the aroma of wine, not shy in the eyes of a group of onlookers, she raised her glass cleanly and looked up, the wine slid in from the cherry sip, and the towering breasts under the close-fitting robe swelled and contracted like mountains and rivers, which was spectacular, and her speed was no slower than Rodin's. After drinking, she turned the wine glass upside down and showed it slightly, smiled charmingly, and wiped the wine stains from her lips with her white and tender fingers.

Rodin's eyes froze, "This woman should not be underestimated!"

After a drink, the crowd began to heckle.

"Haha, the boss lady is so good!"

"Young people who want to taste the true wine of our love of sardines, the treasure of the town, then defeat our great Lorovia. ”

"Lorovia, kill him!

Rodin ignored the cacophony and smiled,

"That cup just now was just a gargle, salute first and then soldier, and then I'm not welcome!"

The rules of the wine fight, the two will drink round after round until one side falls, otherwise the game will not stop, and the really fierce scene has not yet begun!

The two looked at each other, and a faint spark of provocation flashed.

"Giggles, you probably don't know that my Lottie family has been running a tavern for generations, and you are not very old, so it is no exaggeration to say that I may drink more wine than you drink!"

"We all know your purpose, if you want to drink the treasured 1968, then you will pass me first!"

"Needless to say, you can see the truth in the wine!"

The two of them began to drink a cup of cattle non-stop, while being as bold as a long whale absorbing water, and elegant as a picturesque beauty.

After Rodin drank half of it, his palms shook suddenly, he felt a little drunk, and when he moved his body slightly, he clearly felt the wine in his stomach shaking, although it was only six glasses, but it was estimated that there were three or four catties of weight, not to mention that it was red, white, and beer mixed together, which was the most intoxicating. And it was only when he arrived at the royal grace that he first came into contact with spirits, and the time spent sharpening his alcohol was far less than that of an old drunkard.

Although the physique of his bronze peak strength is far beyond ordinary people, it does not mean that his alcohol consumption is also at the same height, and the amount of alcohol will increase with his physique, but ......

On the other hand, Lorovia, who drank slowly, was only a line slower than him, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, becoming more and more calm. What's even more amazing is that her flat lower abdomen still hasn't changed.

"Where did all the wine go, is there a different dimensional space in her stomach?"

"It's worthy of being a tavern proprietor, and she started practicing the amount of alcohol when she was in her womb!"

"The hostess defended her title for the 204th time. ”

"Arrogant young man, it looks like you're about to die, admit defeat, the province is so drunk that it's a mess and people laugh!~"

After a round, Rodin shook his head, his vision slightly blurred, as if stained with a layer of mist, and the surrounding noise flickered near and far in his ears. On the other side, Lorovia looked refreshed, her cheeks were stained with rouge, and she was as glamorous as a peach and plum.

The two of them were in high spirits, and they quickly drank again.

Two rounds of drinking.

"Giggles, guest, do you think we're going to continue?" Lorovia stroked the hair around her ear and exhaled.

"When...... Of course, I've only eaten the appetizer now, and the main meal hasn't been served yet!" he said firmly, hammering his head.

There were people around laughing and laughing, "Haha, what a stubborn young man, but I like it, if the boss lady wins too easily, it's not interesting!"

"Sisters, didn't you hear what the guest said, another round of wine, I'll accompany him to drink!"

"Okay, sister!"

The originally empty cup was filled with wine by a group of warblers and swallows, Rodin only felt that his body was full of wine inside and outside, he was about to be drowned by the sea of wine, after this third round of drinking, he estimated that he would fall directly, but how could a man say no!

Lorovia's soft gaze and the rude ridicule of the drinkers around him made his whole body burn!

He slowly raised a glass of wine, looked through the glass and saw all the characters around him laughing and scolding, and then smiled.

Next, everyone watched in amazement as he swept the table full of wine like a mad storm, without any rest in between each glass, just like a drinking robot, the dull and mechanical action from beginning to end, the last empty glass was put down upside down, and Lorovia on the opposite side opened her eyes wide, her red lips opened slightly, she hadn't started the third round yet!

There was a mess of paste in Rodin's mind, and three rounds of more than ten catties of mixed wine had made him lose all his ability to think, and his body full of wine was warm and fluttering, and he wanted to fly away in the wind. He squinted one-eyed, his gaze glazed over, and an imperceptible affectionate smile on his cheek. The body stiffened, and he sat motionless in the chair.

"Wowhaha!"

Suddenly, a wild laugh rang out, "This kid turned out to be drunk!"

"I've never seen him so quiet when he's drunk, and he's smiling like a fool!"

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, this is called wine, do you have to be drunk like you and go crazy and splash, or go to molest other people's little girls?"

"Don't vomit or make trouble, real men!"

All this ridicule and talk Rodin turned a deaf ear, but his squinted eyes became smaller and smaller, and he was about to close them.

Lorovia on the other side smiled, a hint of appreciation flashed in her eyes, and suddenly shook her verdant ten fingers in front of Rodin's eyes.

"Do you understand what I'm saying, guest?"

In the rude man's voice, a pleasant female voice suddenly appeared, like a spring flowing in the mountains, and Rodin nodded inexplicably.

"You can drink with me for three rounds, your alcohol consumption is not bad! But those who know me well know that I have no problem drinking for four or five rounds, and it seems that you have lost!"

"But ......," Lorovia said word by word, looking at him with a smile, "I admire you, both in terms of your looks and your wine." ”

"It's not like those rude men who have a big body smell like the big five or three!"

"Oh, boss lady, you can't say that, isn't this looking down on people? What's so good about a little white face, a strong and hairy man like us is a real man!

"Come on, you guys go home and find your own wife and say go!"

Lorovia smiled and scolded others, and then said to Rodin, "Although you lost, I can fulfill your wish to taste 1968, as long as you have another drink with me?"

Rodin nodded ignorantly.

"Happy!"

Lorovia browled her eyebrows and took a glass of amber blueberry wine.

"Do you know that the aroma of blueberry wine can't be tasted by a person!" she raised her pretty face slightly, and most of the glass of blueberry wine flowed into her red lips and was held in her mouth.

In the amazed eyes of everyone, the proprietress with a peach face approached the drunken little white face in an instant.

Nose to nose, lip to lip, gaze to gaze.

Rodin only felt a warmth coming from his lips, and subconsciously opened his mouth, and a slightly sweet and mellow fragrance instantly poured into his mouth, and he instinctively demanded it as greedily as a child.

The commotion in the tavern reached its highest point at this moment, and the whole tavern was about to explode.

"Damn, boss, you are so fond of the little white face, why don't we have this treatment!"

"Protest, we demand fair treatment!"

After a long time, Lorovia stretched out her fragrant tongue and licked it, and smiled without any twist, "It tastes good, the sisters in the tavern are still molested by men on weekdays, and today I avenged them and molested men!"

"If you want to be fair, let's go to your own match!"

"Sister Vivien Leigh, help the guest to the room to rest, but you have to take care of the person for me, he drank more than 3,000 Marelli.

"I'm going to prepare him half a bottle, no, a bottle of 1968. ”

"Boss, are you really willing?"

"Of course, sister, I'm not a man of flattery words, I will do what I say!"

Rodin had a smile on his lips, and he didn't know what kind of dream he had.