"Gru deliberately hurt people, on behalf of the judges, I announce that you will cancel the results of this round of the competition and directly judge the loss!"

The Elder Elon was majestic and reprimanded the other party with righteous words. He was even moved by his acting skills, and found the feeling of being a hero in lies, with tears in his eyes.

"Actually represented, old man, have you asked my opinion?" Seedorf was also hot-tempered, stood up and shouted loudly, supporting He Jinshui.

"Obviously, it was Hendry's kid who provoked first, but Gru tolerated it many times and showed mercy to his subordinates. But he was mistaken for bullying by the other party, and he repeatedly messed around and used obscenities, so he had to take action and teach this beast with low martial arts and degraded morals a lesson. ”

The more Seedorf spoke, the angrier he became, and he couldn't help but slap the table and roar: "Fortunately, Gru is a humble gentleman, if my old man is 10 years younger, I will blow his dog head with a scissor kick!"

"That's it, I'm a gentleman, teach that guy a lesson, it's called doing the right thing for heaven!" He Jinshui cooperated with Seedorf, patting his chest, with a look of disbelieving.

"Hehe, what a sharp-toothed fellow!" Patriarch Fanny sneered and spoke, "Rules are rules, no matter how wrong Hendry is, as long as you hurt someone, you must be punished!"

"It's useless to say more, let's vote on the three of us, and raise our hands in agreement!" Elon raised his hand, and Fanny raised his hand.

Seedorf was unwilling, but there was nothing he could do. He sat down abruptly and looked at He Jinshui with an apologetic expression. The other shrugged in understanding.

There is a good saying: justice is in the hearts of the people. The audience couldn't rub the sand in their eyes, and they cheered one after another, booing their middle fingers.

"Now I announce, one extra game!" In the face of the tide of complaints and dissatisfaction, Ailong's face did not change his color and his heart did not beat, showing his profound attainments in thick black science.

"The event of the competition is ......" He suddenly got stuck, and he didn't know what the brunette kid's shortcomings were. The maid of the Dawn Rose suddenly spoke, and said in a hoarse voice: "I heard that a good man likes to eat meat and drink wine in a big bowl!

"Top!" Fanny was overjoyed, and preemptively said: "It's a fair proposal to be small, it's not a gentleman!"

"Yes!" the crowd boiled, and replied in unison, fearing that the world would not be in chaos.

"Hehe, my father really knows my heart!" Cantona was happy, and everyone in the tribe knew that he was very talented and very good at drinking. Every time after binge drinking, he will pretend to be drunk and crazy, lingering in the group of young women, and he can be described as the first master of making flowers.

"I like it too!" Carter, the young patriarch of the Minotaur was excited, patted his chest and stood up and said: "Only girls dare not drink, this proposal is very good, I seconded it!" He turned around and said with a wicked smile in his heart: "Will I tell you that Lao Tzu is known as 'a thousand people in the cup are killed, and the wine field is sad', hehe!"

In the crowd, the second general was pushing and shoving each other with fellow passers-by, scolding and swearing. In the last competition, both sides opened the handicap, Arnold thought that he had won, but he didn't expect the old man Ailong to play a trick and directly sentence He Jinshui to lose, which made him so convinced that he would not take out the money no matter what. And passer-by A is not a vegetarian, and he will not let him go if he does not give money, and the two sides are at a stalemate all of a sudden.

When the two generals heard the words "fighting" at the same time, their eyes lit up, they looked at each other, and laughed so hard that they cried wolf. Behind the two of them, the little monkey McGinn jumped on the head of the blonde boy, kicking his legs and laughing, almost falling down.

"This benefactor, I see that you are full of heaven, and you are the face of great wealth and nobility! Why don't we fight the last character, and win or lose in one game?" The little madman's voice was full of temptation, and he laughed extremely treacherously.

Round4, Fight!

Werewolf Stephen Hendry was too injured to continue the game, with only three players on the field.

They looked at each other and sat down at the wine table with their own intentions. Three beautiful elven maidservants stood behind them with wine jars in their hands.

Ailong briefly introduced the rules, a gong and a drum in the game, a bowl of wine, hear the drum to the bowl of wine, do not pour or spit out, persist to the end is the winner.

There was silence all around, the audience stood on tiptoe and watched, and some were still waving their fists vigorously to cheer for their idols.

"Boom!" the drum beats. The three of them hurriedly picked up the wine bowl in front of them and drank it according to their own habits.

The wood elves linger among the beauties all year round, and they drink chicly. With a bend of his left hand, his orchid fingers were slightly cocked, and he stood up with a feminine expression. After sniffing, looking at and tasting it, he raised the wine bowl above his head, drank it slowly, and then luck returned to his throat, looking relaxed and happy.

Lao Niu's wine is much worse. He looked at the wine in the bowl, suddenly cursed, "Your grandma is a bear!", and opened his mouth to drink half of the bowl. Then followed by a sentence of "I'll take your lungs!" Then he drank the rest and slammed the bowl on the table.

He Jinshui is sharp and introverted and no longer publicized. He picked up the wine bowl, took the most unpretentious way of drinking, and took more than ten sips before drinking the wine and putting it back in place.

The drums beat one after another, and the three of them drank fifty bowls of wine in succession, only to find that they had not been put down by each other, and they were amazed, and their competitive spirit became stronger and stronger.

By the time they had drunk more than eighty bowls, a thick hill had been built in front of the table of the three of them, and the stalemate on the field was finally broken.

He Jinshui's expression remained unchanged, and the frequency and speed of drinking did not change at all.

Every time the wood elf got up, he would deliberately let out a little, and Carter would pretend to open his mouth and swallow wildly after each angry scolding, and quietly leak something from the corner of his mouth.

The two of them glanced at each other, and together they focused on He Jinshui, and secretly said in their hearts: "Where did the barbarian come from, he can drink so much?"

At the 100th beat of the drum, the scales of victory were heavily tilted, and the wine was decided.

Singing obscene songs, Cantona threw his arms around the servant who poured the wine, and put his hands up and down in a debauched manner, until at last his head rested on his huge breast, and he slipped unconscious and fell to the ground, unconscious.

The minotaur couldn't scold anymore, so he buried his head in the bowl, snoring thunderously, and fell asleep.

He Jin's water surface does not change color and his heart does not beat, like a wind and clouds sweeping across a piece. At last he was so happy that he grabbed all the jars that were piled up on the hill beside him, and consumed them one after another.

The drumming stopped, and He Jinshui sat down cross-legged, calmly running the energy absorption, while patiently waiting for Elon to announce the final result.

Victory or defeat, divided!