Oh, by the way, Kunpeng is the top boss of the Totem Five Tiger Generals.

There are five of them, and they usually work for Kunpeng.

I can't bear it!!

"Oh, this is a 5,000-year-old iceberg snow spirit wine, don't you drink it Immortal Emperor? 5,000-year-old iceberg snow spirit wine. ”

Why do you say it twice?!

Snow wine is snow wine, why do you have to add a spirit word for the so-called forced qualification?

Kunpeng sat on the sofa without any scruples, like an old friend who hadn't seen him for many years, and kept shaking the goblet in his hand in front of Meng Xiang.

I endure!!

"Oh, don't you like that?" said Kunpeng, flicking his glass and smashing it, taking out a bottle of red wine from the ice bucket and pouring another glass.

"So how about this cup? 3,000-year-old blood Bodhi wine, although the year is almost old, but it is 100% high purity, blood Bodhi Oh blood Bodhi, blood Bodhi wine, 3,000-year-old blood Bodhi wine..."

Why repeat it so many times?

If it weren't for the fact that this guy was the top boss of the prison cow, Meng Xiang would now be eager to pick up the wine bottle next to him and smash his skull open to see if his brain was brittle or sandy.

Looking at it again, Kronos's eyes at Kunpeng at this moment almost erupted into small stars.

That's it, the Five Tigers will be extremely sincere about the race, and Kunpeng, as the leader, is naturally the idol they worship in their hearts...

Your idol is a 25000 who only knows how to show off his wealth!

In the corner of the sofa, the deer looking at the nymphomaniac face like Kronos was biting the horns of his clothes, and his ears were spewing steam.

Oh, you poor ghost, don't get involved, hold on, sit aside, Ang! Who made you poor?

"Not satisfied with this one?

"Let's try mine. ”

Seeing that Kunpeng was about to pull out another bottle again, Meng Xiang couldn't help it.

Who doesn't?

With a bang, Meng Xiang took out a bottle of 10,000-year-old thundercloud purple clay pot from the storage space and slapped it heavily on the table.

As soon as this pot came out, Kunpeng suddenly froze.

It is no exaggeration to say that no matter what the wine is inside, the value of the Thundercloud purple clay pot alone is ten times more than that of all the wine in the living room.

Damn, show off your wealth, you show off again! I don't give you some color to see, do you really think you have money? The Five Tigers will serve you, raise you every day, and provide for you, do you take your braincase off the line?

Show off your wealth with me? I think your brain circuit is connected to Ubisoft's potatoes, right?

"This bottle is a million-year-old jade wine, try it. Meng Xiang said with his head held high.

"Millions of years old?!"

Hearing Meng Xiangyi's words, Kunpeng's eyes straightened.

Kronos, who was on the side, shifted his admiration to Meng Xiang.

This moment of pretending to be forced made Meng Xiang quite useful.

Do you particularly respect me, worship me, admire me, and can't stop wanting me?

Because Kunpeng's flaunting of wealth is so unpleasant, Meng Xiang has copied his family in order to pretend to be this.

This wine does not have any other effects except for being delicious, but to say that it is rare, this bottle of jade Qiong wine is worth more than the acquired treasure!

So Meng Xiang took it out this time, and it was quite painful.

But for the sake of pretending to be forced, for the sake of pretending to be forced!!

Say the important thing three times!

Although he regretted it as soon as he took it out, to the sight of being worshipped here, it still greatly satisfied his vanity, and made Meng Xiang quite useful.

Merely...

Why I feel a little wrong.

"Oh, Lord Immortal Emperor is really extraordinary, but now I think it's more important for us to talk about serious things. ”

As Kunpeng spoke, he hurriedly stuffed this bottle of jade-brewed qiongjiu into his storage space, and then swept away the virtue of the local money just now, and his expression became focused and calm.

This time, Meng Xiang was stunned.

Huh?

Where's my wine?

Wait, I'm going to drink it, why are you stuffing your own storage space?

Wait a minute, get down to business? I'm going to get down to business, you give me a drink to show off my wealth, and now I'm giving you a drink, and you're talking to me about business?

Wait, it's hard... Could it be that ...

Meng Xiang smelled a smell of routines.

Could it be that this guy wanted to show off his wealth in the first place to covet my things??

"That's... My wine..."

"Lord Immortal Emperor, let's not talk about the wine first, let's hurry up and talk about business first, right?"

Sure enough, as soon as Meng Xiang spoke, Kunpeng began to pretend to be stupid.

TF? What the did you do?

"That's... No, my wine..."

"Ouch, Lord Immortal Emperor, what kind of wine are you talking about now?"

"No, that's mine..."

"Lord Immortal Emperor, now that the continent is in crisis, we should seize the time to discuss countermeasures. ”

"What, but my wine is you..."

"Lord Immortal Emperor, why do you think about pleasure, you are like this, my Kunpeng is going to look down on you. ”

You bastard, I fucking see through you!!!

This series of commercial tai chi, coupled with a set of combination punches with big hats, hit Meng Xiang dizzy.

Even if the bottle of wine hurts, Kunpeng's tongue is like a spring, and Meng Xiang can't get it back.

Look at the deer again.

Meng Xiang noticed that he was smiling evilly at himself gloatingly.

Laugh at your mother [beep] Laugh at it? Believe it or not, Lao Tzu cut off your dick and soaked in deer whip wine?!

At this time, a wicked smile crossed Kunpeng's face...

Damn, what are you laughing at? Are you going to trick me again?

"By the way, Meng Xiang..."

You still called me Lord Immortal Emperor just now, but now they call me by my name?

“... What is the purpose of coming to me, you boy?"

Nothing the respects me?

It's been tricked.

Looking at Kunpeng's virtue, Meng Xiang realized that this guy was deliberately forcing me to pretend to be forced, in order to hack my baby?

Anyway, your routine is really unguardable, big brother!

Meng Xiang had to be on guard.

This Kunpeng doesn't seem to be as two-hundred-and-five as it seems, on the contrary, in front of his urban routines, I have become a hillbilly.

Ahem, don't gossip, get down to business.

Although Meng Xiang was a little hurt when he was deceived into a bottle of wine, it was still important to think about it, no matter what, the other party was Kunpeng, if he got his assistance, this bottle of wine would be deceived if he was deceived.

"Ahem. ”

Meng Xiang raised his throat lightly, picked up the wine glass, drank his wine, moistened his throat, and then said, "I came this time to... Huh, what?"

Before he could say anything, he saw Kunpeng reach out in front of him, snap his fingers, and then hook his fingers at him.

Meng Xiang looked confused, not understanding what he meant.

I'm down to business, what do you want to do?

I saw Kunpeng looking at himself with a wicked smile on his face, and said with a smile: "You can talk about business at any time, don't be in a hurry." ”

Who said they wanted to talk about business just now?

"The sip you just drank, drank 0.8 ounces, rounded up to 1 ounce, this is three thousand years of blood Bodhi wine, the price is 800 billion top-grade spirit stones, do you pay off the debt in cash, by credit card, or in kind? ”

Meng Xiang: "......"

Burst.

The green tendons on his forehead cracked.

On this day, Meng Xiang's roar resounded on the Kunpeng Tower.

"Fuck me!Let go of me!Kronos!Don't let go, don't stop me!!I'm going to have to screw off this bastard's head today!!"

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