"This guy really... how could this happen?" Feng Chenglin chuckled.

"Why I don't know, but it must be related to the fisherwoman!"

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

"do not know!"

Ling Luoyu filled the old fish again, his eyes sharp: "I can only try!!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Is it really related to drinking?

"Three young masters?"

"Didn't you find that Zhou Yan said that the Five Kills Blood Gu doesn't like hot peppers and wine? And, as Xiao Er just said, it doesn't matter if the old fish is in the store. Can't drink, you say, why?"

"Of course it's because... it's not suitable to drink!" Fengcheng Lin suddenly grabbed the wine jar and poured a glass himself.

"Fatty, what are you doing?"

"You still have so much wine here. If you let him drink it all alone, outsiders think we are going to make money and kill, so why not drink with him? No one can tell what's wrong!"

With him in the last seat, the old fish drinking again is justified.

A jar of wine was quickly killed.

Feng Chenglin just touched his lips symbolically: "San Shao, it's almost there, right?"

Lao Yu's face is very bad now.

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

That's because the blood is pouring up and the skin is alive.

But what about the old fish?

That little face was pale.

I don't know, I thought that the blood in his body was replaced by wine.

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

"You said, how long can this guy last?"

"A jar of wine, the most!"

"I guess, if you want to bring him down completely, you need two altars!"

"Can't use that much, right?"

"Or, make a bet?"

"Gamble?!" Feng Chenglin came to the spirit: "What to bet?"

"...Just gamble, who loses, who dries all the wine left on the table! What's wrong?"

"no problem!"

Feng Chenglin chuckled, with a confident look.

"Look at him so embarrassed, there will be two more jars of wine at most, and he will completely get down...maybe, he won't use a jar at all!"

Ling Luoyu jokes his lips and gestured to Feng Chenglin to continue to persuade the wine: "Have you never heard of the reason that a hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff, and that a thin camel is bigger than a horse? This guy seems to be dysfunctional, but he wants to be thorough. Put him down, without two jars of wine, it's still useless!"

"Impossible, he has already drunk so much!"

Feng Chenglin was eager to win and didn't accompany the wine. After pouring the wine for the old fish himself, he watched him drink it.

The old fish really started to shake when the jar fell.

But it was just shaking, and didn't mean to get down.

"I'm going..." Feng Chenglin was a little lost.

This guy can really carry it!

They were all dangling, seeing that they couldn't hold it anymore, they didn't even fall.

but--

"Let's say it's okay. Only if two jars of wine are above two jars of wine can you win. If there are two jars of wine, I will win!!"

Ling Luoyu looked sideways: "Fatty Feng, I found that your shameless ability is becoming more and more shameless! What we just said is that you win with one jar of wine, and two jars, then I win! Now what? You won the two jars?"

"You are all thin camels, do you still care about a jar of wine?" Feng Chenglin returned seriously.