Princess Against the World

"This guy really...how could he be like this?" Feng Chenglin gasped.

"I don't know why, but it must be related to the fisherman!"

"...Then, if you give him a drink, you can bring him back to normal?"

"have no idea!"

"..."

Ling Luoyu filled up the old fish's bowl again, with sharp eyes: "I can only give it a try!!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Does it really have anything to do with drinking?

"Third Young Master?"

"Didn't you notice that Zhou Yan said that Wusha Blood Gu doesn't like exciting things like chili pepper and wine? Moreover, the waiter also said just now that it doesn't matter if Laoyu has dragon liver, phoenix gallbladder, etc. in the shop. You can’t drink, why?”

"Of course it's because... it's not suitable to drink anymore!!" Feng Chenglin suddenly realized, and immediately grabbed the wine jar and poured himself a glass.

"Fat man, what are you doing?"

"You still have so much wine here. If he drinks it all by himself, outsiders will think that we are trying to make money and kill people. How about I drink with him? No one can tell what's wrong!"

With him in the last seat, it would be justifiable for the old fish to drink again.

A jar of wine was quickly drained.

Feng Chenglin just spoke a few symbolic words: "Third Young Master, is it almost done?"

Old Yu's face looks very bad now.

When most people drink alcohol, their complexion will turn purple.

That's because the blood surges up and activates the epidermis.

But what about the old fish?

That little face was so pale.

For those who didn't know, they thought the blood in his body had been replaced by wine.

Feng Chenglin and Ling Luoyu came closer, each supporting their cheeks with their hands and looking at the old fish playfully.

"How long can this guy last?"

"A jar of wine is the most!"

"I estimate that it will take two more to bring him down completely!"

"It won't take that much, right?"

"How about making a bet?"

"Just bet?!" Feng Chenglin became more energetic: "What are you betting on?"

"... Just bet, whoever loses will drink all the wine left on the table! What's wrong?"

"no problem!"

Feng Chenglin chuckled, looking confident.

"Look at how coward he is, he can only have two jars of wine at most, and then he completely collapses... maybe he won't even need a jar!"

Ling Luoyu curled his lips playfully and signaled Feng Chenglin to continue to persuade him to drink: "Haven't you heard that a centipede is dead but not stiff, and a skinny camel is bigger than a horse?? This guy seems to be dying, but if he wants to be completely Even if you knock him down, it’s still useless without two jars of wine!”

"Impossible, he has already drunk so much!"

Feng Chenglin was so eager to win that he stopped drinking with him. He poured the wine for Lao Yu himself and watched him drink it.

After eating a jar, the old fish really started to shake.

But it was just shaking and had no intention of lying down.

"I'll go..." Feng Chenglin was a little disappointed.

This guy can really carry it!

They were all swaying, and it looked like they couldn't hold on any longer, but they still didn't fall.

but--

"We have agreed that if you are above two jars of wine, you will win, and if you are within two jars of wine, I will win!!"

Ling Luoyu glanced sideways: "Fat Feng, I find that your shameless skills are becoming more and more shameless! What we just said is that if you have a jar of wine, you win, but if you have two jars, I win! What now? Did you win by becoming a two-pot?"

"You are already as skinny as a camel, do you still care about an extra jar of wine?" Feng Chenglin replied seriously.