There was a spectacle in the tavern - a big fat man drank the special concomitant of the dwarves like drinking water, and the boy sitting opposite him seemed to be making a bet with him, the elven gold coins in his hand flew up and down, and a money bag full of gold coins was placed on the table.

This is already the thirty-third glass of wine that Fat Tiger has drunk.

This guy is simply a big stomach, and after drinking so much wine, he didn't see his stomach rise, and he didn't see him going to release water, and he wasn't even drunk.

It was the dwarven clan's craft liquor, even a senior drinker drank a maximum of three glasses, ordinary people poured one glass, and Fat Tiger drank thirty-three glasses alone. How kind of "wine battle" does this have to be to train such a wine power?

Many of the surrounding drinkers were grinning in the cool air. Well, this guy hasn't drunk in thirty years, right?

More often than not, he focused on the money bag in front of his dark hand.

There are two gold coins scattered on the outside of the money bag, and when you look through the mouth of the money bag, you can see a piece of gold, and those are the light reflected by the gold coins.

Slowly, there were hundreds of gold coins in a money bag, and some people couldn't sit still all of a sudden, and their blazing eyes shot at the dark and fat tiger unabashedly.

"Boss, someone's eyeing us. Taking advantage of the gap between just drinking a glass of wine, Fat Tiger pretended to be slightly drunk and lay on the table, whispering to Di.

"Well, I know. He nodded slightly, and the elf gold coin in his hand flicked on the table, dripping and spinning.

"Then what are we going to do?" asked the fat tiger in a low voice, "why don't we get out of here now? and go to the streets? There are so many people on the streets that they shouldn't dare to do anything to us there." ”

Fat Tiger is right, there are indeed many people on the street, and the dwarves are jealous and hateful, as long as they dare to do it on the street, the powerful dwarven warriors will rush up, let them see what it means to survive and die.

This is of course the best way to go, but I don't want to.

Who is he? He's a demon, or a high-level Shadow Demon. Would the devil be afraid of one or two ruffians? The answer, of course, is no. If even a few little rascals need someone else to help solve it, then the devil's face will be lost.

The dignity of belonging to the devil does not allow him to be a deserter, and for Fat Tiger's suggestion, he only refuses.

"Fat Tiger, how much combat power do you think a few little hooligans can have?" Di did not hide his voice at all, and said it directly, so loud that his words could be clearly heard all around.

Fat Tiger was stunned, he didn't expect Dim to say it so unabashedly, but he reacted quickly, and immediately knew what Dim wanted to do, so he also changed his slightly drunk appearance, sat up and said: "A few little rascals, at best, the strength of the great swordsman is up to the sky, in front of the boss, of course it is a plate of dishes that can be kneaded and stir-fried at will." ”

"And how do they compare to you?" asked with a smile as he raised his glass.

"I'm not as good as the boss," Fat Tiger smiled, "but in the face of such a weak enemy, I don't need magic, I can pinch them to death with one finger." ”

This is said enough waves, one finger can be pinched to death, so how strong is the strength of the owner of this finger?

"Then what are you afraid of?" he drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, "he should drink, he should eat, the soldiers will come to block it, and the water will cover it." ”

Fat Tiger was happy all of a sudden, these days with Dark, Dark asked him to keep a low profile, but this low-key is about to be low-key, and now he can finally be freed, and the nature of Fat Tiger's "ronin" finally has room to play.

"Boss, I love to hear what you say! Who will do it! I see who dares to come? Hmph, your Fat Tiger Grandpa is here, see who dares to provoke!" Fat Tiger slapped the table, waved his big hand, drank the liquor in the cup in one gulp, and shouted: "One more glass!"

Three black lines crossed his head. I'll tell you not to be afraid, but I'm not going to let you get into trouble! As soon as you talk like this, we'll be the target of everyone!

It's a pity that the words spoken out are like spilled water, and they can't be recovered. Several drinkers with colorful heads got up from their seats and walked over to surround the dark and fat tigers.

"Brother, I just heard from you that one finger can press us to death?" asked a ruffian with green hair on his head pressing one hand on the table, taking out a piece of beef from the plate in front of him and throwing it into his mouth.

"This brother, we're talking about land hooligans. Do you think you're a land hooligan?" said with a grim face, smiling as he watched Green Fur swallow the beef.

The green haired nodded matter-of-factly, and said, "I really think I'm a ruffian, so what you just said makes me feel very uncomfortable." You have to give me an explanation. ”

"Ao~~ You think you're a ruffian, that's easy to do. He nodded gloomily and asked, "But it's not enough for you to think that you are a ruffian, do your brothers think that you are a ruffian?"

"Of course we too!" Several other yellow-haired, red-haired, and purple-haired people also slapped their palms on the table.

Green Hair looked at his brothers and said with a smile: "Did you hear that?" My brothers have admitted it, and now you are not satisfied? Hurry up and give us an explanation, grandpa is happy, you can consider letting you live, if you are not happy, then you will wait for death!"

He looked around, and the other drinkers were swept away by his gaze, and all of them turned their heads back, except for a few dwarves who gave him an unflinching glance in return.

Greenfur didn't dare to offend the dwarf, so he just glanced at it and didn't say anything.

"Tut-tut......" Glow shook his head while pouting his teeth, "Yes, yes, I was thinking about how to make you admit it yourself, but I didn't expect you to agree so easily, then I don't have any burden in my heart." Fat Tiger, clear the field!"

With a wave of his hand, he didn't look at the hairs standing beside him, and directly called the fat tiger to clean up.

These little thieves are not enough to let him, the "boss", repair it himself, just send the younger brother to clean it up.

"Okay! My fat tiger has long wanted to move my body!" the fat tiger replied, got up from the chair, brushed and pulled out the two "short knives" around his waist. The height at which he stood up directly pressed the green hair, like an iron tower.

"Little green hair, I heard that you are very prodigal, I don't know if there is your fat tiger grandfather and my wave?"

His eyes lit up. He originally thought that the two knives of the fat tiger were just decorations, but he didn't expect his knife skills to be so sharp, and he shaved the head of the green hat with just one knife.

When the green hair saw the head of the fat tiger, this knife technique immediately softened.

"Brother, brother, the little brother is wrong, let the little brother go!" The green hair's snot and tears fell down together, and he almost knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

"Hahahaha!" the fat tiger looked up to the sky and laughed, "I have a fat shaved head here, who else?!"