Zhao Shujie's scream really scared the rotten grass, Gu Zhong, and Gu Liang in the chessboard of the king chess board in the left palm! They were all drunk and dizzy, and they dodged to the side one after another, allowing the warm wine in the array of kings to flow up to the top of the chessboard. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info And only when the three of them endured the spicy pain all over their bodies, they squatted down and sat down one after another, and looked at the endless stream of warm wine in front of them, and they all patted their heads and suddenly realized-

Isn't it true that the King of Array's decision-making at that time made them miserable! Didn't the King of Array have already practiced magical exercises with the chessboard? Didn't the King of Array chess itself become massive? Couldn't the warm wine in the big wine jar that the King of Array held with both hands flow directly into the chessboard?

The three valley people were stunned with green eyes, and their faces were full of green light when they thought of these in the chessboard!

"Ben, this king just thought of it!"

Zhao Shujie expected that the three subordinates in the chessboard must be extremely unbalanced in their hearts at this moment, so he raised his mouth from the side of the mouth wall of the big wine jar he was holding in his hand and took the opportunity to say.

"The Formation King technique was only practiced today. ”

"It's not easy to use!"

"Actually, the king of the array didn't mean to embarrass his subordinates ......"

The three valley people sat blankly inside the chessboard, and by the bright light of the Venerable Master's Restaurant, they watched the warm wine flow onto the chessboard, and they all closed their mouths and thought in their hearts.

"You, what did you just say? Yes, are you talking to the Lord?"

The ditch man on the side drank half of the eighth jar of wine, and then raised his head and turned to the tough guy to ask.

"You're going to make a little fortune today!"

Zhao Shujie watched the liquid level inside the jar plummet, and was overjoyed, his mouth was still swallowing the wall of the jar, and he opened it slightly and told him vaguely.

"Phew!"

The ditch man was still panting and resting, and after listening to the tough guy's words, he said with disdain and protest to the left, and continued to hold the jar and drink after speaking, thinking while drinking:

"My lord, my lord's gold and silver are all useful! Invite him to eat and drink, that is purely for fun! It's impossible for the master to lose!"

After that, the ditch man continued to gulp and drink, but gradually began to drink a few sips again, rested twice, and drank a few more sips, shaking the jar.

"This stomach is holding up again! But, there isn't much urine...... What should I do?"

After resting again, the forehead on the sharp white little face of the man on the ditch wrinkled and thought, and look at the tough guy on the left, the eighth jar has been "drunk" and fell out of the "broken altar pile" with a crisp sound. The ninth full wine jar hugged it without hesitation!

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, the Lord can still drink some. And he only drank nine, and the master eight, far from the 'two to one'!"

After pondering and pondering like this, the people on the ditch were happy again.

The more Zhao Shujie's wine is "drunk", the faster it is! Because not only because of the hole on the left side of the jar that he used the chess piece to pierce and pour wine into the chessboard non-stop, but also because the loyal Gu Zhong inside the chessboard suddenly had a good plan in his mind, and shot a sharp long sword with his rotten robe inside the chessboard. Immediately, on the basis of the small hole in the wine jar pierced by the chess pieces close to the left palm of the king of the array, the tip of the sword quietly pierced the hole wide! The hole on the left side of the jar after being stabbed can be said to flow out more than one-third of the warm wine in the altar in the blink of an eye! The man on the ditch blinked a few times, and before the eighth jar of wine was drunk, he suddenly heard the sound of a tough guy smashing the empty wine jar that made his heart pound!

"Huh?"

Then, the person quickly raised his eyes to the left. Seeing that the tough guy still did not hesitate to pick up the tenth jar of wine that was moved by the restaurant, and his face still did not change.

"It's okay, it's okay! He's still a lot behind! Come on, work hard, work hard, ......"

A few words in my mouth. The man on the ditch almost pinched his nose, and vigorously raised the butt of the wine jar he was holding, and poured out the little wine left from under the wall of his mouth. Or take a few small sips and drink dry.

"Hahahaha, the owner has finished drinking another jar!"

After slowly lowering his arm, glaring at his own altar responsibly, the man in the ditch raised his eyebrows and exclaimed, and then turned around and showed the wine jar with the round mouth facing down to show the tough guy. Unexpectedly, to his great surprise, the tough guy on his left had just hugged the jar full of wine and "drank" it empty! The person was now twisting his arm to tilt the wall of the jar to his side, indicating that the altar was empty, and then suddenly turned around and raised the empty jar and smashed it to the ground on the left with a "snap"!

"How, how is that possible?"

The ditch man shouted, and then stretched out his hand to cover his belly, and then his footsteps couldn't help but take a step forward excitedly, followed by his right heel, and soon his arm supported the chair he had been sitting on just now, and slowly sat down.

"E.I?"

When he sat back down at the big table, the pain in his stomach from the wine in his stomach was relieved, and suddenly he regained strength and courage, and he reached out from the top of the table and tried to pick up his ninth wine jar.

"The owner won't lose, the owner won't lose! Wait for you to take off your pants, watch you take off your pants!"

While sending the jar full of wine to his mouth, he took the time to repeat two sentences to the tough guy.

However, the mouth of the person on the ditch had just touched the wall of this wine jar, and suddenly he heard a deafening sound of "pop".

"Huh?"

He couldn't help but burst out of his mouth a word, and at the same time his arms began to tremble, and counted for the tough guy when his mouth was once again pressed back to the wall of the jar:

"Eleven ......"

"Knock knock!"

The ditch man then drank desperately.

"Smack!"

"Ahh......h Woowoowoo...... Good wine, woo woo ......"

Zhao Shujie fell again, and the people on the ditch continued to be shocked, counting down, and getting more and more drunk, and his mouth was not idle at all.

"Smack!"

"Huh, ten, thirteen...... Woowoowoo......"

......

"Smack!"

"Pong!"

"Boom!"

Zhao Shujie became more and more energetic the more he fell, so that different parts of the empty jar hit the ground, making different crisp sounds, and every time he picked up the wine jar, he still pierced the chess pieces as before.

Gu Zhong inside the chessboard kept stabbing the small hole that each chess piece had pierced into a big hole with the tip of his sword in time.

The onicha shopkeeper was busy running between the large table in the center of the room and the back room, and "clang" the liquor on the top of the table.

"Ahh

Suddenly, when the ditch man drank so much that his stomach hurt again, he couldn't move, and his mouth left the ninth big wine jar with half of the wine left, he raised his head and screamed out a word that pulled out a long sound, and finally he was out of breath, and finally snorted and gasped a few times, and reluctantly counted:

"The nineteenth...... Woowoooo......oo

And when he sat helplessly in his chair and turned his head to look at the face of the god-like tough guy, his long sharp eyes blinked, and he suddenly exclaimed in despair:

"He, he still hasn't changed his face!" (To be continued.) )