Du Bazhi was gulping down his drink.

At the big round table, in addition to Du Bazhi, who had a dark chest, there were eleven people sitting around, and these people just came to fight with Du Bazhi, and one by one with Du Bazhi.

When Du Bazhi drinks a bowl, one of the eleven people will send someone to drink a bowl; Du Bazhi will raise his head and drink an altar, and one of the eleven people will come out to drink a jar.

Du Ba pointed out his hand, buckled the bowl with his five fingers, the edge of the bowl was slightly oblique, and his throat rolled, looking like he had done it in one go, and he had dried three bowls in a row in the blink of an eye.

Three of them filled their bowls and poured wine into their stomachs with difficulty with their eyes closed. One of them finally swallowed the wine, took a few rough breaths, and suddenly regurgitated his stomach, stimulated by stomach acid, and spit out everything he had swallowed, and then he also fell on the table, unable to wake up.

This is the sixth drunken lying.

The other five people were already red-faced and miserable.

Du Bazhi smiled and laughed happily.

It's been years since I've drunk like this, and it's been years since I've had this pleasure.

That face was naturally red because of alcohol, and roughly counting, Du Bazhi had drunk sixteen jars.

Like this Taixi Bai, ordinary people only drink two or three jars is enough for a day to be at a loss.

Du Bazhi's eyes were shining aggressively, and they were extremely bright in the crowd.

Some people can't help but have misty and gloomy eyes when they drink, but Du Bazhi is different, but the more he drinks, the brighter his eyes become.

When you meet such a person, you should never fight with him.

So when the rest of the people watched Du Bazhi pour wine into a big bowl again, they couldn't help but feel pain between their teeth.

There was really someone who covered his teeth and bowed his head to Du Bazhi to say goodbye.

Du Bazhi didn't even blink his eyes, waved his hand, and didn't leave anyone behind.

The other four looked at each other left and right, also lying with a belly, thinking about deceiving and leaving.

Zhe didn't expect it, but when he saw Du Bazhi "gurgling" and drinking a bowl, Huo Ran got up, and with a "squeak", the chair was knocked and rubbed on the flower and wood floor.

Du Bazhi slowly walked towards the darkness that was about to dawn.

Now, the blood is starting to burn.

The heart is beating at an uncontrollable pace.

Du Bazhi is obviously drunk, otherwise how would he walk crookedly at the bottom of the lonely night.

Du Bazhi also knew clearly that the bear-hearted leopard gall that devoured the world had also returned.

Under the influence of alcohol, the two severed fingers seemed to begin to burn.

Du Bazhi "spit" a mouthful of saliva fiercely, spitting out the fear of the five knives in the Great Wilderness once upon a time.

After all, Du Bazhi grinned again and laughed wildly again.

On that dark and toned body, the muscles bulged, indulging and hustle.

Since there is no way back, then we will be majestic, turn the tide and help the building to fall.

Du Bazhi broke into the Yanwu Hall, and Xue Liang's eyes fell on the tiger blade.

That knife can make Meng Qingyi fly upside down a few feet, even if Zhang Farewell is coming, it is the same.

Du Bazhi lifted the broad knife with one hand, and then slowly, the hand with the mutilated two fingers also buckled on the hilt.

Closing his eyes, the friction that slowly came from his knuckles suddenly reminded Du Bazhi of the past, remembering that he swept his hands and slashed the blade into the enemy's chest inch by inch.

A familiar feeling.

Du Bazhi's eyes were fierce, and the wildfire in his heart burned even more vigorously.

Du Bazhi swore that with these hands and this knife, let people know whose world Eternal City is!