Chapter 171: When the wine is strong, the love is also strong

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"Oh, that's a lie. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The general drank the wine, and his whole body was hot, but he said cold words.

But Lao Zhao, who heard those words, did not feel cold, and Lao Zhao, who was already in a hurry to stand up, continued to slump on the chair, and the wine in his arms was a big sip.

"Lie to me, lie to me, lie to me, and lie to me more. Old Zhao muttered.

The general really began to lie to him, "Okay, your osmanthus brew is the best, a hundred times better than the wine in Bao'er Building that doesn't burn your throat." ”

"The osmanthus brewed by the old Zhao family is a hundred times better than the sweet wine in Bao'er Building!"

Lao Zhao yelled, and some turbid liquor dripped down the corners of Lao Zhao's mouth directly onto his clothes.

The general did not have a drop of wine on him, and every drop of wine reached his stomach.

"The old Zhao family's osmanthus brew is a thousand times better than the spirits of the wasteland!"

The general drank all the wine in his glass and yelled.

"Have you drunk the spirits of the wasteland?" said Lao Zhao.

"I've seen the moon in the wasteland, and even more so the wine there?" the general determined.

"Then I'm going to open my restaurant to the wasteland and let those barbarians drink our Da Yin's wine!" Lao Zhao drank to his heart's content, and he said as he pleased.

The general was silent at this moment, and it turned out that the wine was gone.

The general slapped open another jar of wine and poured it into his own glass.

The wine in Lao Zhao's arms hadn't finished yet, but he began to get a little drunk.

The drunk man would talk about ideals in addition to women, and in front of him were his ideals, and now he wanted to know the general's ideals.

"I'm going to open the restaurant to Lin'an, and I'm going to open it to the wasteland, so where are you going?"

Lao Zhao just talked drunken nonsense, but the general stopped for a long time, and even the things in the cup stopped for a long time.

It was so long that the wine jar in Lao Zhao's arms was reduced by a small half, and the wine in the general's cup was only a small half.

"I'm going to the wasteland too. The general muttered, a drop missing from the glass.

"I'm going to the wasteland too!" cried the general, and all the wine in his glass had disappeared, and it seemed that it had all soaked into the general's flushed face.

"Okay, I'll go too, hahaha, I respect you, I respect the wasteland!" Lao Zhao laughed, his eyes flashed with confidence, and drunk people often had such a light in their eyes.

Lao Zhao lifted the jar of wine, but there was not a drop of wine in the jar, but Lao Zhao still poured all the wine into his mouth, and then swallowed it in a big gulp.

It seems that there is no moist feeling in the throat when swallowing a big bite, and the pride brought by the previous wine is slightly stagnant. The confident light in Lao Zhao's eyes also froze, and then disappeared.

"But, how can I go to the wasteland? Do I want to go to the wasteland to fight?" The light in Lao Zhao's eyes disappeared, and the pride in his tone also disappeared.

The wine was gone, and Lao Zhao threw the wine jar in his arms to the ground.

Bump.

Lao Zhao couldn't find the wine, nor could he find those pride, and he even forgot about his own restaurant.

As for where his restaurant will go, where it will go. He also forgot.

Sometimes it's fear that makes it so easy to forget something.

There is no fear of wine, and there is fear of the fierce people of another land in that wasteland.

"If there is a war, how can we win, I heard that those steppe barbarians in the north have wolves, and those wolves can eat people, I heard that in recent days, some small villages in the north have been slaughtered by those barbarians, and no one in the whole village can survive in the end. ”

"I heard that there is another king in the wasteland, that king is eight feet tall, and he eats more than ten boys and girls every day, and he also has a giant wolf under him who eats people, and that is also a lord who eats more than ten or twenty people every day. ”

"I heard that there was a mountain there full of people like the king of the wasteland, and a meadow under the mountain, full of wolves like giant wolves. ”

"How can we win......"

"When the time comes, the general won't let us go to death, my uncle's dog is still in the city guard, what if there is a fight......

Lao Zhao's voice became lower and softer.

Fear still did not leave him, that fear of death may not leave at any time, even if it is drunk, even if it is a moment of pride, as long as there is no wine, as long as there is no pride, sadness is like a tidal tide that forgets all joy.

Lao Zhao was drunk with a nightmare.

He just lay on the table like that, muttering something in his mouth, and the air was filled with the strong fragrance of osmanthus brewing.

Fortunately, the general is not drunk yet, but fortunately, there is still a lot of wine behind the general, and those drinks are enough to make him drunk and full of pride all the time.

The general was still drinking, the sparkle in his eyes had not faded, and he was still thinking about the moon in his dream, and he was thinking about the big, round moon, which can only be found in the wasteland.

The dim light was scattered across his face and in his glass.

He also faintly saw a man, who was eight feet tall.

Behind that man was a city, and behind the city was a mountain.

Without wolves, the people of the grassland would not have raised wolves, let alone wolves that can eat people.

The general was already dressed in strong armor, and there were countless black shadows behind him, and those black shadows were his soldiers.

The generals are there, and the soldiers are naturally there.

The general has been in the city and overlooks, and the soldiers are naturally in the city.

Countless scenes had flashed through the general's mind, and the last scene stopped on a mountain, and the moon on the side of the mountain was exceptionally bright and round, as if it had been fenced at the foot of the mountain with a rope.

Just wait for the general to touch.

The general really stretched out a hand, but there was only a fire in his hand.

The tongue of the candle licked the general's fingers.

But the maddening heat spread from his fingers to the general's heart, and then appeared in his eyes.

The general threw the cup away from his hand, and there was another crisp sound.

Then all the wine in the jar on the table went to the general's stomach.

But it wasn't enough, the fire in my heart seemed to have burned all the wine dry, and there was nothing left.

The general only wanted to drink water, but there was no water around, only wine!

Wine can't extinguish the fire, it can only make the fire burn more vigorously.

But the general didn't have so many scruples, he just wanted to drink something, whether it was wine or water, as long as he could drink it, as long as it could relieve the dryness of his throat, he could drink it.

In the hall, the aroma of wine is getting stronger.

When the wine is strong, the love is also strong.

It was only under the smell of wine, under the raging flames, that the last murmurs of the drunken were heard.

"But why fight?"

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Good luck to you.