"Hmph, fight with me, you're still far away!" Song Zhong snorted softly when he saw Long Twelve walking away, "In my heart, there is already a gentle, virtuous, beautiful and generous Xiaomei, you rude tigress should stand aside." ”

Song Zhong successfully ran away from Dragon Twelve in anger and continued to eat heavily. Since he practiced the "Jinde Zhizheng" exercise, not only has his strength increased greatly, but the amount of alcohol and food has also increased, and he feels like he can't eat enough every day.

"Uh!" With a full hiccup, Song Zhong finally stopped. It only took more than ten minutes for a table of good dishes to be eaten by Song Zhongfeng.

Song Zhong grabbed a napkin and wiped his oily mouth and hands, and finally stopped. At this time, several elders were still staggering and drunk.

"It's boring! It's not enough to drink a drink. Song Zhong took the Moutai bottle on the table and poured wine into his own wine glass, but only half a glass was gone. Song Zhong raised his glass and drank the half cup of Moutai, looked up, and found that Long Twelve was looking at him angrily not far away.

"Hey, Sister Twelve, come here! I'm done eating. Song Zhong beckoned to Long Twelve and said.

"Hmph!" Dragon Twelve snorted coldly and turned his head away.

"Hey, this little girl is quite tough!" Song Zhong shook his head, stood up, and walked towards Long Twelve.

"Hey, Sister Twelve, why don't you ignore me?" Song Zhong asked with a grin as he walked up to Long Twelve.

"Hmph, don't let you call me Sister-Twelve, I'm not familiar with you!" Long Twelve said coldly.

"It's not familiar. We are comrades-in-arms now, and I am still your superior. Just now, the Great Elder, who is also your grandfather, also instructed me to take care of you. I've said yes to him. As the saying goes, once born, twice cooked, slowly we will be cooked. Song Zhong said with a hippie smile.

"I have my own hands and feet, and I don't need to be taken care of. "Dragon Twelve's words are still not salty.

"Hey, how can you be like this? I'm also your superior, can I give me some respect?"

"Respect, who can respect you just like you starving?" said Dragon Twelve scoffed.

Do you know how much energy an innate master consumes in a day?" Song Zhong asked.

"I don't know!" Long Twelve didn't know why Song Zhong had shifted the topic here.

"It's easy to do if you don't know. Song Zhong was happy in his heart, this was easy to fool. "Legend has it that in ancient times, a congenital master could eat a cow in one meal. If we all chew slowly like you, we will have to eat for the day and nothing else. How do you practice?"

"Really?" asked Dragon Twelve, half-incredulous.

"Of course it's true, I haven't eaten yet. Song Zhong patted his round belly, suddenly burped, and a garlic smell went straight to Long Twelve.

"It stinks!" Long Twelve took two steps back, clutching his nose.

"Haha, you don't know this, right? This is the refining qi of the innate master, refining the food you eat into 1 innate qi, and the impurities will naturally be discharged. "Song Zhong bullied Long Twelve for not understanding what the innate realm was, and began to talk nonsense.

"I'd rather not have such an innate nature!" said Dragon Twelve in disgust.

"Hehe, you just blow it, who doesn't want to enter the realm of heaven and earth who practices martial arts?" You can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour!" Song Zhong was not bad at speaking, and he was speechless about Long Twelve in a few words.

"By the way, I'm going to my cousin. Didn't you just say that the team leader asked you to accompany me?" Song Zhong finally got to the point.

"Aren't you unlegged, so you won't look for it yourself?" said Long Twelve angrily.

"But I don't know the way! If you don't go with me, I'll go to the team leader for a change." As soon as Song Zhong saw that his words were ineffective, he moved out the team leader Long Wu.

"Okay, can't I go?" Dragon Twelve stood up helplessly, as a member of the Dragon Group, obeying orders was the first duty.

Long Twelve led Song Zhong around and around, changed to an elevator, and came to a huge parking lot a few minutes later.

In the parking lot, in addition to more than a dozen military jeeps, there were luxury vehicles that Song Zhong knew and did not know. Song Zhong only knew Mercedes-Benz and Audi.

Dragon Twelve quickly came to a red roadster, opened the door, and sat down.

"Don't touch me?" Song Zhong said as he looked at the letters on the front of the car. "This car is really weird, don't you want to touch it?"

"That's not like don't touch me!" said Dragon Twelve.

"Oh! that's letting me touch you. We've only known each other for a day, and we haven't known each other very well, so I'm so embarrassed to let me touch you!" Song Zhong pretended to be shy, and took the opportunity to laugh at Long Twelve again.

"You are shameless!" Long Twelve was so angry that tears were about to flow out.

"Hey, don't cry, I know this is a BMW, it's funny for you! You have a tense face all day long, how boring!" Song Zhong saw that Long Twelve was about to cry, and hurriedly explained.

Song Zhong didn't explain, but after explaining, Long Twelve finally couldn't help it, and tears fell cracklingly. Dragon Twelve has grown so big, and he has never suffered such a big grievance.

"Ahh

"Don't touch me!" Long Twelve roared, so frightened that Song Zhong quickly withdrew the thief's hand that had just been placed on Long Twelve's shoulder.

"Boom!" With the roar of the engine, Dragon Twelve started the car, put up the gear and rushed forward.

"Hey, don't run, do you want to take me to my cousin?" Song Zhong shouted as he chased the BMW driven by Long Twelve.

At this time, Song Zhong's kung fu of this innate master was truly revealed. I saw that his foot kicked down hard, and the thick cement floor was kicked out of a deep pit, and then with the help of reaction force, he took a step more than ten meters away.

Although the BMW sports car is fast, it is not as good as a congenital master in the short sprint.

It only took Song Zhong three steps to catch up with the BMW, and then with a sharp leap, he fell directly from the top of the open-top BMW to the passenger seat of the car.

"Haha! This convertible is good! You don't even need to open the door, you can get in the car as soon as you jump. Song Zhong patted the leather seat under his buttocks and said proudly.

"Squeak!" Long Twelve swerved sharply, and the convertible BMW sports car came to drift beautifully.

Song Zhong's hand firmly grasped the car door, let the car sway from side to side, and sat in the seat without moving.

"Hehe, hey, it's so easy to get rid of me, no way!" Song Zhong smiled at Long Twelve, "You drive obediently, otherwise, I will really touch you."