Chapter 215: The Wine We Drank Together

The gold-worshipping clown had the urge to strangle Shi Que directly to death for a moment, but he still instinctively replied, "No." ”

Although in front of Lin Wenjue, the gold-worshipping clown insisted that he drank it very face-savingly, but in fact, not only did he not drink it that day, but the gold-worshipping clown said that he had not drunk alcohol now!

At first, he was underage, he subconsciously avoided it, and then he became an adult, but others never called him when they drank.

"I'm sick of it! It's all the pot of workplace bullying. The gold-worshipping clown muttered a few words, and irritably pulled off a piece of the turf on the ground. As a result, a cold thing was suddenly pasted on his face.

"Six hundred million! What the hell are you ......" The gold-worshipping clown snorted, subconsciously turned his head, and was facing the hand of the finch holding the can. It's a can of beer. The money-worshipping clown subconsciously took it.

"Left in the yard of the second master's house." Shi Que opened the jar in his hand and touched the jar in the hand of the gold-worshipping clown, "Celebrate." ”

The money-worshipping clown was a little stunned.

But soon, he came back to his senses and opened the can in his hand. Foam mixed with the characteristic smell of beer wafts through the air.

The gold-worshipping clown took a sip, and the taste in the mouth was a little bitter. The moment the bubbles burst, the taste buds on the tip of the tongue also trembled. All in all, in the eyes of the money-worshipping clown, the beer doesn't taste very good.

If the taste of mature human beings is like this, he is willing to go to kindergarten for the rest of his life.

The money-worshipping clown suddenly felt that most of them drank wine as water all day long, and their brains were a little sick.

He turned his head to look at Shi Que and wanted to complain to him, but he didn't know why, but he didn't say it, but took another big sip.

Very good, after tasting it, it feels even more unpleasant than just now.

The money-worshipping clown frowned and never let go. Shi Que looked funny next to him and couldn't help laughing.

The finch also rarely drinks and dislikes it.

Shi Falcon didn't like it either, but Shi Falcon came to pick him up from school a few times after drinking.

At that time, Shi Que asked him, "Don't you like to drink?" Socializing? ”

Shi Falcon was a little drunk, most of his body was hanging on Shi Que's body, but his lazy tone was full of smiles, "I don't like it." But with friends, the sake will also become very charming. It's pleasant to think about. ”

At that time, Shi Que was curious about what kind of friend could make Shi Falcon, who didn't like alcohol, make such an evaluation. Now it seems that most of them are with Zhou Yi, Yu Qiao, the head office and Jiang Ji! Perhaps there was also the owner of the Garden of Eden.

They also completed their tasks in the no-man's land, and then gathered together to drink and celebrate, just like the sparrow and the gold-worshipping clown at this moment.

"Strange Tale Gossip Weekly" took the initiative to float out, and the white falcon on the cover quietly flew onto Shi Que's shoulder and rubbed Shi Que's side face.

Shi Que unbuttoned his neckline, and the weird legacy 023 [just right] has been floating in mid-air since then.

Shi Que raised his beer and saluted him, then turned to the gold clown and said, "It's not interesting to just drink, do you want to play a game?" ”

"What kind of game?" The money-worshipping clown puts down his beer.

Shi Que: "A game of dice throwing." There are often on the wine table. ”

Although the gold-worshipping clown had never drunk, he had heard sixty yuan of them chat and say a word or two about their drinking experience. They do throw dice a lot, and they are very high-minded, and sometimes they come back from drinking in the middle of the night and have to babble and argue.

So, the money-worshipping clown is also curious about why the dice game can make the wine taste good. So, he rolled up his sleeves and decisively agreed: "Come!" ”

Spooky Legacy 023 spun around in mid-air and threw out two delicate six-sided dice.

Shi Que motioned to him, "You come first." Guess the size of the points, and drink if you guess wrong. ”

The money-worshipping clown was in high spirits, "No problem! 600 million, don't cry if you lose! ”

Guessing the size of the points is too easy for a money-worshipping clown and a main attacker. As long as he grasps the rules by throwing the dice in the first few times, he can judge the size of the points by the sound of the dice landing.

Isn't this a game that nature has in store for him? It's impossible to lose!

The money-worshipping clown is very confident.

However, half an hour later.

"Great!" The money-worshipping clown said it with certainty, but he looked at the result in confusion.

Wrong. It turned out to be wrong again!

That's impossible!

Is there a problem with the dice? Why is it that every time the dice thrown by the finch hit the same sound, but the number of points is different?

The money-worshipping clown looked at the dice on the ground in a daze, and fell into confusion.

The white falcon next to him rolled his eyes very humanely, obviously disgusted with him.

But [just right] still a little sympathetic stretched out his hand, and slapped the back of the head of the gold worship clown.

Money Worship Clown: "...... Thanks, I don't need this comfort. ”

Shi Que couldn't help but laugh: "It's TA's rule." We both threw ta's dice. Those who lose are not only drunk, but also beaten. ”

The money-worshipping clown felt that something was not right: "Then why does he keep beating me?" I've won too! ”

Shi Que: "Because I'm a younger brother." ”

The gold-worshipping clown was heartbroken: "Do you listen to what you say?" ”

Shi Que thought for a while: "Don't change the topic, if you lose, you drink first." ”

The money-worshipping clown took a painful sip of beer. Very good, after taking a small sip of wine, this particularly bitter taste is more obvious. Therefore, he and Shi Que clearly don't like wine very much, why do they insist on sitting here and drinking?

But...... He really wants to win!

So, after another half an hour, the gold-worshipping clown went from being evenly matched, to occasionally winning, and finally becoming a complete defeat.

The beer cans around the two were thrown to the ground, and the gold-worshipping clown hiccuped, leaning around Shi Que and grabbing Shi Que's hand.

"600 million, are you out of the thousands? It doesn't make sense, it's always me who loses. "The first time the money-worshipping clown drank, he fell into drunken hell. I was dizzy in my head, but I was still stubbornly worried about the size of the dice.

Shi Que was good-natured and let him toss, but in the end, the gold worship clown was tired, so he took advantage of the situation to lie on Shi Que's back, and then stopped moving.

"Drunk?" Shi Que touched his hair.

The money-worshipping clown whispered, "Hmm." "Yes. After a while, he said, "No wonder they always carry me out for sixty dollars." It's not very tasty, but it's ...... Hmmm......"

As if thinking about the wording, after a while, the money-worshipping clown said, "But it's fun." ”

Shi Que took another unopened can of beer from the side and put it on the forehead of the money-worshipping clown to help him sober up.

The gold-worshipping clown was motionless and fiddled with Shi Que, and after a long while, he asked, "Six hundred million, did you go out to drink before?" ”

Shi Que's amount of wine seems to be very good, although the gold worship clown always loses, but most of Shi Que accompanies him to drink, so both of them drink a lot, but Shi Que doesn't even change his face.

The money-worshipping clown was a little unhappy to watch.

Shi Que thought for a moment and replied, "Actually, I haven't drunk much either." I didn't like it in the past. ”

The money-worshipping clown was curious: "Then why did you suddenly drink today?" ”

Shi Que turned his head to look at him, "Because my brother told me that drinking with friends will also be very charming." It's pleasant to think about. ”

"Isn't Shi Falcon out of tune, why is his speech still sour?" The gold-worshipping clown frowned, as if he was thinking about the meaning of Shi Falcon's words, and said after a while, "However, he is right this time!" ”

The white falcon next to him raised his wings unhappily and wanted to beat the gold clown, but he was held in his arms by Shi Que.

The white falcon quickly fell silent. [Just right] also withdrew the dice and returned to Shi Que's side.

Shi Que put [just right] back on and fastened the button of the collar with his hand. As soon as he moved, he found that the collar was pressed by the money-worshipping clown. And at this time, the gold-worshipping clown came up drunk, and he almost fell asleep on his back.

Shi Que simply didn't continue. Fortunately, it wasn't that cold.

After about ten minutes, in the distance, Lin Wenjue and they were almost having fun. The huge white wolf lay meekly on the ground, and soon a group of people surrounded him.

The abacus yawned, walked over the lying crowd with his head tilted, and finally lay down on the head of the twin's second child.

Jian Rui put away the toy box, hugged the white wolf's head and rubbed it, he liked the white wolf's soft fur very much.

And behind the white wolf, the honey badger and the eldest of the twins were getting together and didn't know what to mutter. The old man yawned, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Kestrel and Shang Chuan sat together for vigil. Tang Yi and Lin Wenjue were not sleepy, so they simply took the opportunity to arrange the schedule for the vigil.

Shi Que watched them make an orderly arrangement and didn't bother in the past.

It was the money-worshipping clown behind him who muttered, "Go back and give Luo Wei's sniper rifle four pieces two." ”

The second of the four pieces is Tang Yi. Tang Yi is a remote bit. And it's a rare differentiator with group attack skills in the distance. The gold-worshipping clown had watched him fight twice and found that Tang Yi himself had a fatal weakness, that is, the strength of the weapons he relied on in his embodied entity was not enough.

The sniper rifle left behind by Luo Wei can change its form according to the needs of the containee. Tang Yi just took it and turned it directly into his usual longbow. The point is that with this weird legacy, Tang Yi's shortcomings can be made up. As long as he's not stupid in the follow-up, an A grade is at least.

The money-worshipping clown now also has a bit of a sense of being a deputy director. So I'm willing to give some good things to these kids.

After all, this time, they really almost lost their staff.

Shi Que understood what he meant, but still said, "No, that's for you." I turned around and looked for something else for Tang Yi. ”

The gold-worshipping clown said in a smug tone: "Of course I know it's for me." But he's a student of both of us. Every miller draws water to his own mill. ”

After a pause, he added, "And I don't need this weird inheritance, you're looking for a better one for me later." ”

While saying, the gold-worshipping clown pondered, "One is not enough, the five of them also have to be equipped with equipment, and there are not many weird legacies that fit with the animal mimicry enhancement system." A nine-cent fish has to have a life-saver. Forty yuan, he is a scout, I remember that after the death of the head of the V City family, a short sword was precipitated, which can be used for him first. One thousand is Jane's family, and there should be no shortage of weird inheritances, but this cub can't fight, it's a shortcoming. The core point of the auxiliary support position on the battlefield is flexibility, and it needs to be practiced. Also, two, two suitable weird inheritances are not available, and we have to look for them when we go back. ”

"But 600 million, I found a strange inheritance for them, you have to make it up to me." The gold-worshipping clown said and spoke, sleepy again, and his tone was a little vague, "If you don't give it to me, I'll become a mushroom and plant it at your doorstep." ”

It can be seen that he is really drunk, and he has no coercion of the deputy director at all, and what he says is all child's words.

Shi Que couldn't help but laugh and promised softly, "Okay." ”

The money-worshipping clown got promised and fell asleep contentedly.

Drink for a while, get up at the crematorium.

Early the next morning, the gold-worshipping clown opened his eyes in a splitting headache, and his mood was very broken.

He stiffened his body and turned to Shi Que, and asked angrily, "Why aren't you uncomfortable at all?" ”

Shi Que stretched, recalled yesterday's experience, and replied seriously: "Maybe it's because I just drank, but I wasn't beaten." "Money Worship Clown: ......

That's right, when I played dice yesterday, no matter whether Shi Que lost or won, he was the one who hit [just right] in the end.!

(End of chapter)