The old man Ailong gritted his teeth, looked at He Jinshui with a complicated expression, and his heart was dripping blood!

"It's not going to end, what can you do with me!" he was determined to carry Rippy to the end, so he pretended to be sleepy, stretched and lay down on the table, and pretended to be asleep.

He Jinshuizhi sat triumphantly on the ground, waiting for the final result to be announced. But he waited left and right, but there was no movement at all, and he couldn't help but stand up and want to see what was going on.

"Hey!" he found the old man leaning all over the table, drooling and snoring, and he drank the cold air here.

Seedorf pushed and shoved beside him, but no matter how hard he tried, he never woke up.

"You can never wake up someone who pretends to be asleep!" the otaku's lungs were about to explode, "There are such shameless people in the world!"

"What should I do?" he looked uncertain and slightly hesitant. "Rush to the stage and beat up the old man?" "No, this will definitely fall into the hands of the other party, and you will be disqualified immediately!"

"Just waiting, waiting for the old man to change his mind?" "Impossible, this old man doesn't even want a face, he clearly disagrees, and he can't say that he will make more moths." ”

He Jinshui looked left and right, his eyes rolled slightly, and finally his eyes stayed on the empty wine jar piled up into a mountain, and he planned from his heart!

In the crowd, passerby A and Arnold were glaring at each other, and the small money bag was being pulled tighter and tighter in the hands of the two big men, and it was about to be torn off.

Originally, passerby A had already lost, but he refused to hand over the bet under the pretext that Ailong had not yet announced the results, which made the second general Hum Ha very annoyed, so he almost staged a full martial arts.

"Damn, why don't you have any wine?" He Jinshui jumped straight onto the table, and roared with his psoas muscles: "The game is not over yet, you have to continue drinking, where is the wine?"

"Your sister, is this guy still human?" Hearing He Jinshui, passerby A was stunned, and the money bag in his hand involuntarily let go, and was grabbed by Arnold.

"Patriarch!" The little guy who was in charge of the service outside the field ran over, nodded at Elon and said, "Gru Hero still wants to drink, but there is no wine, how is it good?"

"My wine!" said Elon, with a wail in his heart.

After a moment's thought, he turned over without moving, and muttered to himself, "The good wine is in the cellar, and it is better to drink him to death." Well, where did the flies come from, it's so annoying!" he patted his face as he spoke, and fell asleep.

"Understood!" the little guy nodded vigorously, and laid it out with a big grin.

He took a group of subordinates and brought out all the wine jars in the cellar, densely piled up half of the martial arts arena. As far as the eye can see, the spring breeze, the monkey is drunk, the daughter is red, and the manger wine is ...... All kinds of fine wines exude an alluring light, attracting the wine fairies in the audience to bend their waists.

"Go directly to the wine jar!" He Jinshui stopped the maid who was pouring the wine, and waved his big hand: "Bring it all!"

"Hey, hey!" the little guy struggled to hold the jar and handed it over. He Jinshui stretched out his hand and grabbed it, raised it above his head, slapped his palms, and the wine in the altar turned into a trickle and tilted out, and he opened his mouth to drink it, and sucked it all into his stomach, and there was not a drop left.

"Good wine!" The old guy's private collection is much stronger than the big road goods, He Jinshui suddenly felt refreshed, and sang casually: "You must indulge in wine when you sing during the day, and return to your hometown with youth!"

After that, he spread out his big hand, grabbed the second wine jar randomly, slapped the lid of the wine like a dragon sucking water, and took two sips of three mouthfuls and swallowed again.

"Good wine!" The otaku burped and shook his head and sang: "Singing about wine, life is geometric." ”

The third altar, "When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky!"

The fourth altar, "Draw the knife and cut off the water, the water is more flowing, and the glass is more sorrowful!"

In this way, He Jinshui has a jar of wine and a poem, and he is dissolute and bold.

The crowd of onlookers looked at each other, and the second general was overjoyed! There were fewer and fewer jars of wine, and the last piece was wrapped by him.

"Hahaha! There is wine today and drunk today, tomorrow is sorrowful, tomorrow is sorrowful, so refreshing!" He Jinshui burped, but he fell down, his skin was red, exuding a thin mist, and his whole body was shrouded in a strange light.

"Hey, why is there no wine?" he pretended to be drunk, and he became angry, and slapped his palm, and the ground shook! The tournament platform, which was all made of hard granite, was torn apart, and a bottomless pit appeared in the center!

"Bring me wine!" He Jinshui roared angrily, with a crazy face.

"Lord Gru, it's gone, you've drunk it all!" the little guy crawled over with a wail, teary eyes.

"Fart!" He Jinshui's eyes widened angrily, grabbed the placket of his clothes and lifted it into the air, shaking it vigorously. The poor little guy was thin, like a lonely robe swaying in the wind, and rolled his eyes.

"Go buy wine, or I'll pick your skin!" The little guy was thrown out casually, and he rolled in the air freely, and finally formed a circle and rolled off the stage with a grunt.

"Straight lady thief!" He Jinshui scolded, kicked Cantona and Carter on the ground one by one, and kicked them all off the stands, and then straddled the wine table with a golden knife, and shouted in a long voice: "Take the wine!"

"Woo, it's too bullying!" the little guy wiped his tears, limped up to the rostrum, pushed Elon hard, and shouted loudly: "Patriarch, there is no wine." Gru, he's going crazy and still drinking, what should I do?"

"What, he's drunk it all?" Ailong's face watered, and he was drowsy and had not yet come to his senses, and after hearing the cry of the little girl, he was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and he shivered through the chaff.

He pretended to be asleep before, but when he was too old to bear it, he really fell asleep, but he didn't see a good show from He Jinshui's roaring wine field.

"It's over, my superior daughter is red, my monkey is drunk, Gru, you who kills a thousand knives, you do evil!" The old man fell to his seat at once, tears and snot streaming down his face.

"What are you still doing standing here, get out of here!" he found the little guy standing beside him with teary eyes, tugging at his sleeve vigorously, and couldn't help but want to slap him.

But he said that if he couldn't buy the wine, he would peel me off. The little girl cried and said with a sad face: "I am old and young." Patriarch, take pity on me, give me some money and buy some more!"

"Where do I have any money!" said Elon, clenching his shriveled pockets, crying without tears. The elves have been poor lately, and in order to organize weddings and buy dowries, he has spent half of his life savings, and even the money to buy wine was given to him by Seedorf on credit.

It's good now, the wind blows the eggshell, and the wealth goes to people's happiness?

"Gru, I'll take your lungs!" Elon was furious from his heart, and a mouthful of old blood could no longer bear it, and he squirted out with a thud, and his body fell heavily, and he was already unconscious.

"Father!" Dawn Rose pounced with the maid, and the scene was chaotic, except for the hundreds of empty wine jars, still whirring in the air, and wailing in unison.