"The guest officer has a good day of drinking!"

Suddenly, just when the man on the ditch was chewing radish to vent the resentment in his stomach, the voice of a man sounded beside him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The Lord doesn't know you! The Lord doesn't drink with strangers!"

Before he could turn his head to look, the man on the ditch had already said the cold words when he was chewing turnips.

"Haha......"

Zhao Shujie raised his head and laughed dryly, laughing so cold that the whole Venerable Restaurant, and then he restrained his laughter and looked down at the sharp white face of the man in the ditch and replied:

"This king does not fight with you, but fights with you!"

Slowly, the small leaf-like bundles of long black hair on the top of his head shook slightly, and the ditch man turned his head, took a rough look at Zhao Shujie's face, and put his hands on the table with a "giggle" in his mouth, and enjoyed the time of the three beast whip spicy tonic soup, and then said steadily:

"Young people are just too arrogant! But that's fine.

The Lord is now in the stomach of several jars of wine, and fighting with you to this extent should not be considered a bully, but young people are not allowed to drink the Lord's wine! The Lord's gold and silver are useful!"

While talking, the ditch man quickly hugged the wine that the shopkeeper had just brought from the single room into his arms.

"Of course, this king brought his own wine!"

As he spoke, Zhao Shujie looked at the half-human tall radish that occupied half of the big table, found an empty place to move a chair and sit down at the table, and then added:

"This king can also see that his predecessors have drunk a lot of wine on the top of the table, but he can't count how many jars there are, and he won't count them. This king can fight wine with his predecessors with 'two buckets of one'! This king drinks two jars, and his predecessors drink one!"

"Okay! The owner likes the bold people!"

The man on the ditch looked at the tough guy sitting on his left side and said happily,

"If you can't drink the Lord, you have to take off your pants in front of the Lord! And if you drink the Lord, then, then. Then all the money for your food and drink tonight will be paid by the Lord!"

It took a long time for the people on the ditch to make the decision to help Zhao Shujie pay for the meal.

"It's a deal!"

Zhao Shujie's expression was resolute, and four powerful words popped out of his mouth.

"Get the wine!"

Then he shouted.

"Okay—"

Behind the counter the ghost responded.

"Let's go!"

The man on the ditch opened his mouth and screamed.

Next, the two of them each picked up a jar full of wine and sent it to their mouths.

Zhao Shujie slowed down the speed of his hands, and saw that the person on the ditch really put the mouth of the jar to his mouth, and poured it into his stomach with a clattering breath, laughing secretly in his heart, and at the same time his right thumb and index finger pinched out a chess piece and flicked it hard against the wall of the altar he was holding, causing the chess piece to break through the altar wall with a swish, penetrate into the wine, and penetrate through the altar wall at the other end. Then, he covered the hole in his right hand with his right palm, and slightly loosened the left palm that was close to the altar wall, so that the warm wine in the altar flowed down the small opening in the altar wall to the palm of his left hand! Seeing this, the three valley people inside the chessboard in his left palm took turns opening their mouths to catch the warm wine flowing from the jar.

Next, Zhao Shujie held the wine jar with both hands, and began to gradually put the mouth of the jar next to his mouth, but he didn't drink it, but only looked at the warm wine level in the jar and went down!

In the palm of his left hand, the rotten grass raised his mouth and drank tiredly, changing Gu Zhong. Gu Zhong opened his beard and took the wine, and when he was tired of changing Gu Liang, Gu Liang drank a lot of energy and changed the rotten grass...... Although the mouth on the wall of Zhao Shujie's wine jar was not big, it continued to flow out, but the ditch on the side drank it for a while. Raise your mouth slowly, and then continue, and the more you drink, the slower it gets, and the more you drink, the harder it becomes.

Soon. The warm wine in Zhao Shujie's wine jar is going to be empty.

The man in the ditch panted and glanced at him, and saw that the wine jar he was also holding with both hands was extremely tilted, so he tried to continue. Because he knew that he had already drunk a lot of wine in his jar! And thinking about the tough guy's previous talk of "two to one", the people in the ditch were even more confident.

Zhao Shujie's mouth was close to the wall of the jar, his eyes looked at the bottom of the jar The wine was almost gone, and he tilted the jar slightly, so that the residual wine at the bottom flowed towards the hole near the left palm, and it quickly flowed clean. Immediately afterwards, Zhao Shujie hugged the wine jar with both hands, tilted the round mouth of the jar to give the people in the ditch a so-so glance at the bottom of the jar, and tried to pour the jar mouth down with both arms, almost unable to pour a drop of wine. The ditch man saw the space clearly, but he didn't take it seriously, and continued to drink his own little jar of wine.

Zhao Shujie was afraid of revealing the flaws, and after pouring the mouth of the jar downward, he threw his hands downward, and smashed the empty wine jar to pieces with a "snap"! After that, he hurriedly picked up another jar full of wine, still holding the altar wall with both hands, and the same right finger quietly popped out the chess pieces to quickly penetrate the two layers of the altar wall and penetrate into the chessboard inside the left palm. Next, he slowly raised the jar to his mouth again, his mouth pressed against the wall of the jar, and his eyes only casually glanced at the level of warm wine inside.

The warm wine flowed into the chessboard from the breach of the altar wall next to the palm of his left hand, and the three valley people still took turns to receive the wine.

"Ahh

When the ditch man drank a whole jar of wine until there was a bottom left, he held his mouth uncomfortably, panted, opened the jar of wine, and called out at the same time. At this moment, he glanced at the tough guy sitting on his left, and saw that his hands were also holding the wine jar, and the jar began to tilt hard. And the most important thing is that the tough guy's face has not changed at the moment, and his face is even more fearless.

"Very, very good at drinking!"

The man in the ditch sighed lightly, and then raised the round butt of the jar in his hand, and poured oil and wine from the mouth of the jar to his mouth.

"Oh!

When he finally drank the wine in the altar, the people in the ditch were so excited that they couldn't help shouting two sentences, and then rested. When he naturally looked at the tough guy on the left at this time, he saw that he had also "drunk" the second jar of wine, and at the same time he was holding the jar with both hands and showing it to himself with the mouth of the jar tilted downward.

After letting the people in the ditch finish reading it, Zhao Shujie immediately raised the empty wine jar and smashed it to another position on the ground on his side.

"Okay!

The ditch said a word of praise, and at the same time attached three provocative words.

At first, the eyes of the Kicha shopkeeper standing upright at the counter were just staring at the sake jar in front of them, but soon he couldn't stand in that position anymore and began to busily run between the back room and the center of the room to deliver alcohol.

The more people on the ditch drank, the more laborious they became, and gradually they took away all the empty wine jars that they drank tonight, and lined them up one by one on the ground on their right side, and Zhao Shujie ignored them, but every time they "drank" a jar of wine, they threw the empty jars on the spot, but the position of each empty jar fell to the ground was different, and the number of wine jars drunk was calculated by the "broken altar pile" that fell out.

When the ditch man and the tough guy barely drank half of the second jar of wine, Zhao Shujie had already "drank" four jars of wine!

The more people in the ditch drink, the more they can't drink, of course, it's also because their stomachs can't hold so much!

When the man in the ditch crossed his buttocks and endured the pain in his stomach and drank the second jar of wine from which the wine fight began, he got up and put his hand on the table, stretched his neck and counted on the ground on the left side of the tough guy, and found that there were already six "broken altar piles" there!

"The master, the master has drunk too much, can the master make a request?"

Seeing that the tough guy on the left side still had an unchanged face, the man on the ditch picked up the seventh jar of wine with both hands, and said nervously.

When Zhao Shujie picked up the wine jar with both hands, the fingers of his right hand had already popped out the chess pieces very quickly, so that he penetrated the two layers of altar walls to his left hand, and when he heard his words, he immediately paused to listen.

"Ben, can this master be convenient halfway?

The man on the ditch pouted his buttocks, closed his stomach and asked, his sharp white face seemed to be red from urine, and he raised a finger with difficulty at this moment.

"Yes, you can do whatever it takes! This king will wait until you are ready to continue fighting. ”

Zhao Shujie replied easily.

"One, one word is certain!"

The ditch man was in a happy mood, and then he picked up his half-human tall radish uneasily, and then turned around and rushed to the thatched house with his feet in a lame manner. (To be continued.) )