Princess Against the World

Even with Lao Yu's help, there are still five jars of wine left.

If he drinks this, he may not be able to tell the difference between east, west, north and south before he finishes drinking.

"Third Young Master?"

He looked at Ling Luoyu bitterly.

Ling Luoyu Danshui Wuhen: "What are you doing? Are you still looking for someone to drink with you?"

"That feeling is so good..."

He glanced at Dingmiao and Zhou Yan and saw that neither of them had any intention of moving, so he had to laugh at himself.

"Forget it, keep the two of them, they can help carry me when I get drunk later!"

"Then please!"

Ling Luoyu completely wanted to fight him to the death.

Feng Chenglin estimated that if he didn't drink, he wouldn't give up.

No longer pretentious, he grabbed a jar of wine and drank it down.

Entrance--

"puff……"

A mouthful of wine spurted out.

"What the hell is this?"

Ling Luoyu's pupils shrank: "What?"

"No, there's something wrong with these wines... they're very spicy..." Feng Chenglin wiped the corners of his mouth and frowned.

The ones I drank just now, although they didn’t taste good, were much better than this one.

At the very least, the ones just now are edible!

Zhou Yan walked over quickly, glanced at him and poured a sip of wine into his mouth.

Swallow it and wipe the wine stain from the corner of your mouth with your sleeve.

"Isn't it as bad as you said?"

"How could it be?" Feng Chenglin glanced at the wine jar in confusion.

The wine was indeed the jar of wine he had just drank.

But looking at Zhou Yan's expression, there was nothing wrong.

It made it seem like he was being pretentious.

"Fat man, do you want to deny it?" Ling Luoyu rolled up his sleeves and put his hands on his hips: "Do you still want to wait for me to go over and taste it in person?"

"No need..." Feng Chenglin muttered and smiled awkwardly: "Spicy wine, doesn't this man have to drink spicy food? Just make it spicy..."

He said it calmly, but when he actually drank it, he frowned.

It took a lot of effort to swallow it all in one jar, and a fire seemed to be lit in his belly.

Even from the tip of the tongue to the lower abdomen, the fire burned like a line of fire.

"What's going on? I'm a little... uncomfortable..."

He tore open his collar, a look of pain on his face.

However, no matter how uncomfortable it is, the things that need to be completed must still be continued!

He took a breath and grabbed the second jar of wine.

Zhou Yan suddenly took action, pressed his wrist with one hand, looked at him intently, and immediately retreated.

"Did you see it?"

Ling Luoyu and Dingmiao stepped forward together.

"as same as him?"

"when did it happen?"

"..."

Three people, three pairs of eyes, each with different colors.

Feng Chenglin was inexplicably confused when he saw it: "No... you three, what do you mean?"

Looking straight at him like this would make even a god angry! ?

"...What do you mean? Do you feel it yourself?"

Ling Luoyu casually stepped forward and stood opposite him, tilting his head and looking at him.

Zhou Yan and Ding Miao retreated at the same time, with a more alert look in their eyes.

Feng Chenglin: "..."

What to do?

It makes him seem like a pest, one that cannot be avoided.

"No, what do you mean? I..."

Thinking of something, he suddenly looked at Lao Yu.

At this time, Lao Yu was also looking at him.

The eyes are not that good either!

"What's wrong with me?"

He slowly raised his hand and touched his cheek, his face instantly filled with tears.

"No way? I won't be so unlucky, right?!"

With a grimace, he took out a small mirror.

After taking a look at it, I suddenly felt bad.