After the opening of the banquet, at first everyone was still a little restrained, twelve directly grabbed the five fingers in the air, grabbed a jar of wine jar on the left side in the palm of his hand, neatly tore open the red cloth, raised his head and drank it boldly, scaring many people below.

What daughter's family, in the midst of men, can still be so wild?

"Okay! worthy of Miss!" Ah Li clapped his hands vigorously, his face undisguised the praise of Twelve, "Come, Miss, I respect you for this cup, I hope that this attack on the Three Cities will be a success!" He held the altar high and shook it at Twelve, and then, learning the movements of the Twelve, he raised his head and drank, the crisp wine slid into his throat, and a spicy taste made the hall master of this not too much wine immediately smudge two blush on his cheeks.

George Bernard Shaw's eyes flashed with a smile: "If you can't drink, don't drink!

"Wrong, it should be drunk and promiscuous!" Mu Mu is George Bernard Shaw's right-hand man and the captain of the assassination team, he smiled sheepishly, leaned into George Bernard Shaw's ear and said, but his eyes fell on Twelve, "I don't know if she is drunk, will she ......"

Twelve threw the empty wine jar at his feet, a pair of bright eyes, straight and Mu Mu's playful eyes collided in the air, don't think that she was drinking, she couldn't hear what he said! Don't underestimate the person at the peak of Wuzun, the sensitivity of the five senses.

The corners of Mu Mu's mouth twitched, touched the back of his head and smiled, and made a gesture to shut up.

"Now you know what it means to be in trouble?" said George Bernard Shaw, teasing.

"Chief......" Mu Mute stared at him aggrievedly, as if he had received some inhuman treatment from Twelve! Zhou Quan is also a hearty character, after three rounds of drinking, everyone present was a little drunk, he drank three jars of liquor alone, shook his body, stood up from the chair, walked to the central firewood pile, blushed, and shouted: "Come! Let's compare our skills today! Lao Tzu has long heard that you martial artists are extraordinary, who will compare with me?"

"Thoughtful!" Li Yan narrowed his eyes in displeasure, what if his straightforward temperament provoked these people from the three sects?

"Don't blame the general, since it's a banquet, someone must help to entertain it. Yun Ruohan pursed his lips and smiled, his starry eyes hurriedly swept over the twelve who were drinking wine, and then, looking at the place where the people from Yuntianmen were sitting, he said loudly: "Who is going to compare with General Zhou?"

"Senior brother, I'll go!" A young boy smiled, touched his belly full of wine, ran out of the crowd, stood in the center, and looked at the young and delicate young man: "Ge Laozi, you are too young, change to a bigger one." ”

"Poof!" the liquor in the twelve mouthfuls spewed out in a straight line, and it was difficult to think about it or not.

"Ahem, ahem. She was choked uncomfortably, and her cheeks were crimson from holding her breath, Ling Yuhan hurriedly put the little milk bag on the table, patted Twelve's back, and comforted her.

"Be careful, what are you excited about?" he said, his face full of oddity.

"It's okay, it's okay. Twelve's breath was smooth, and she hurriedly stopped, did she want to say that because of the thoughtful words, she remembered some evil things in her mind?

I don't know if he was angry with Zhou Quan, the young man screamed, and pounced directly on Zhou Quan, you come and go with such a dozen, the two of them have passed more than ten moves just by relying on their fists and feet, although Zhou Quan's cultivation is not as good as him, but he has also received strict training in the army, just comparing his fists and feet, this young man's experience is obviously inferior to him.

"Come on, lieutenant!"

"Hit, hit!"

"Rush Rush! Above, Above!"

......

The onlookers exclaimed, and some even opened bets, Li Yan looked at the excited soldiers below, and then looked at the doorman who didn't know when to mingle with them, and shook his head helplessly.

"Sima Ruyi, I salute you for this glass of wine. He grabbed the corner of the wine jar and raised it at Twelve, "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid at this moment, we wouldn't be in such a relaxed mood at all, you look at them, you can't imagine it, ten days ago, each of them didn't see any anger on their faces, and now, they have hope, they have ambitions, these are all brought by you, thank you!"

Twelve grabbed it in the air, the palm seemed to have suction, the wine jar flew from the sky, she grabbed it firmly, and slammed into the jar in Li Yan's hand: "I just did what I wanted to do." With that, he tore off the red cloth and raised his head, his slender neck was exposed to the fiery red firelight, and a hazy halo was covered, and the corners of his mouth were oozing with wine, sliding over his jaw, sliding through his throat, clear water stains, washing her neck, Ling Yuhan looked dry on the side, she was so beautiful to the extreme!

"Daddy, eat!" The little milk bag grabbed the grapes on the table, pulled the hem of Ling Yuhan's clothes, and reached out to his mouth with his pink arms, stuffing the grapes into his mouth.

"Good. A hint of pampering flashed in Ling Yuhan's eyes, he held the little milk bag in his arms, and poked his cheeks from time to time, and the two people below were inseparable, but the young man obviously had a defeat without fighting spirit!

"Just in terms of fist and foot kung fu, he is not as good as General Zhou. Yun Ruohan smiled and shook his head.

Qiu Lou was drunk, hooked his neck with one hand, and his face was flushed: "I thought you would say that if you fought with all your might, Zhou Quan would have been defeated a long time ago." ”

"It's all said, be polite to the general, don't be big or small. Yun Ruohan smiled helplessly, and knocked on Qiu Lou's head with a bang, he is not a tyrant, how can he ignore the shortcomings of the people of Yuntianmen? Martial artists are good at long-range attacks, but hand-to-hand combat is the weakest, accustomed to using fighting spirit, and if they can't use their fighting spirit, they are indeed inferior to these experienced soldiers.

"You drink less. Ling Yuhan looked at the Xuanwu man who kept walking in front of Twelve to toast, his face darkened, grabbed Twelve's hand, and said in a low voice.

Since the beginning of the banquet, she has not stopped drinking, and if she continues to drink like this, even if she is not drunk with a thousand glasses of alcohol, I am afraid she will not be able to stand it.

"I'm fine. Twelve struggled slightly, and then broke free from his restraints, and the four empty wine jars at his feet showed how much she had drunk tonight, and these wines were all border spirits! The degree was extremely high, and after three rounds of drinking, there were few sober people below, and the Xuanwu soldiers hooked their shoulders and formed a circle around the bonfire, singing loudly, the singing was rough, there was no musical accompaniment, but there was a kind of man's natural freedom and fortitude.

They shouted loudly, the battles of the past few days, exhaustion, pain, life and death, this moment seemed to be far away from them, only happiness and madness remained.

In the middle of the night, the people at the banquet scene were drunk, lying on the ground at will, with no image at all, Yun Ruohan supported Qiu Lou, who was shouting, and suppressed the alcohol in his body with his fighting spirit, said hello to Twelve, and took the lead in leaving the table.

Twelve couldn't remember how much he had drunk, but he felt that his vision was in a trance, and he seemed to have a double vision when he saw people, and his eyes were as misty as mist, adding a bit of cuteness and delicateness.

"I told you not to drink so much. Ling Yuhan rubbed his sore eyebrows, bent down and picked up the drunken and delirious Twelve, and hugged the gorgeous princess, a pair of deep eyes full of helplessness and connivance.

"General, I'll send her back first. He said to Li Yan, and after getting the other party's approval, he left the table, wearing a fiery red robe, floating in a beautiful and delicate arc in the air, his ink hair was flying, and his shadow was stretched obliquely by the cold moonlight in the sky.

Tomorrow night put down the wine cup in his hand, and pressed the urge to keep up, his heart was bitter.

"Come, let's drink!" said George Bernard Shaw, who saw his melancholy with great eyes, and raised his glass to him boldly.

"Drink!" shook his head vigorously tomorrow night, let him get drunk once tonight!

When I closed my eyes, I pressed down the thick bitterness, and the liquor in my mouth seemed to be dyed with a bit of bitterness.

Along the way, there were no patrolling soldiers, everyone was carnivaling at the banquet site, the wind was loud, the evening breeze was blowing, Ling Yuhan carried Twelve into the tent camp, opened the curtain, and gently put her on the soft couch, as soon as Twelve reached the bed, the whole person rolled inside a few times, and he didn't know what to mutter.

"You," the smile on the corner of Ling Yuhan's mouth deepened a little, his finger tapped the center of Twelve's eyebrows, bent down to cover her with the quilt, leaned over and stole a fragrant kiss on her lips, the kiss had a hint of wine, Ling Yuhan frowned, how much wine did she drink? Even her breath seemed to have a lingering smell of wine.

Twelve was confused and only felt that something was attached to his lips, opened his mouth slightly, Ling Yuhan took advantage of the situation to attack between her lips and teeth, the dragon tongue dexterously attacked the city in a narrow space, twelve opened their eyes, the eyes that had always been cold were dyed with a little fog, silly, and even faintly a little charming, his arms wrapped around his neck, and the person was dragged down directly, and the body turned over, and the posture of the two suddenly changed.

She's on top, he's down.

The smile on the corner of Ling Yuhan's mouth stiffened a little, his eyes were deep, as if there was a dangerous dark light circulating in it, he looked at the girl lying on top of him in a daze, his eyes were foggy, his fingers gently rubbed the outline of her face, and there was a lot of emotion in his eyes, "Ruyi ......"

The bewitching voice sounded in Twelve's ears, she leaned down, leaned in from Ling Yuhan's loose red clothes with one hand, and stroked his fair skin very slowly, the kiss fell like a storm, overflowing his eyebrows, licking his red lips, and gnawing on his delicate and sexy collarbone.

As if endowed with magical power, his fingers slid all the way up from his lower abdomen, and with a slight pinch on the pink plum blossom tip, the man's body suddenly stiffened, his eyes burst out with an evil fire, the corners of his mouth drew a dangerous smile, straightened up, and reached the ear of Twelve, and his voice, dyed hoarse by desire, swayed in the hot tent.

"Do you know what you're doing?" he is not a saint, he can't be so tempted by the woman he loves, and he can still be like water, he is a normal man, and naturally has a normal reaction, he longs for her, his heart hurts with longing, but reason can't let him go any further, he doesn't want her like this, he wants to give her the grandest wedding banquet, he wants to keep the most beautiful haode until the day of marriage.

This is the respect he gives her!

It was his love for her!

Twelve's brain was dizzy, and suddenly, his head was tilted, and the whole person lay on Ling Yuhan's chest softly, and there was a slight snoring sound in his mouth.

A man who was almost burned with lust was left behind, looking at the small tent under the red shirt, crying and laughing.

"I'm really ...... How could you fall in love with you abrasive guy!" a curse came out of his red lips.

It seems to be helpless, like a grudge, like an appointment.

There may be no more tragic person in this world than him, who can only watch and eat the food that is delivered to his mouth, and he has to bear her temptation all the time.

The demon's cheeks evoked a wry smile, Ling Yuhan changed his posture, let the twelve lie on his side inside the bed, turned over and sat up, and took a bucket of cold shower in the middle of the night before the heat of his body was suppressed.

He swore that he would stop her from drinking! If he did it again, even he couldn't imagine if he could let her get out of the way.