Chapter 378 Dragon Three

"Hello, uncle!" The man in camouflage came up and greeted everyone present with a smile.

The Dragon King nodded slightly, his expression calmly on his face. From his face, he could not tell what the Dragon King had towards this young man.

"I guess this is the famous Yin Hun." The man's eyes finally fell on Yin Hun, with a smile on his lips.

Yes, at least on the surface, it was a faint smile.

"I dare not be famous. I wonder what this gentleman is called?"

"Others call me Long San, just call me Long San." He nodded and said with a smile.

"Hello, Long San'er!" Yin Hui also extended his hand with a smile on his face and shook hands with Long San.

Although this person is very kind to him on the surface, Yin Hui could hear from the words just now that this person would not enter the Three Treasures Hall without any trouble. If he did not embarrass himself, he would not have left.

So in this way, this is the enemy, and you must have the advantage in momentum from the beginning. So just now, when he was calling Long San, he deliberately made the sound behind him. This is a method that is often used when calling out those vulgar scoundrels or children in the countryside.

Now he uses this kind of place, which is an insult to this person.

"Long San'er?" Long San shook his head and smiled bitterly. He didn't expect that this man would embarrass him as soon as he came up. It seemed that his provocative words just now were indeed not an exaggeration.

The Dragon King wanted to know that one was the eldest son of the Dragon Team who most expected to be called the next Dragon King, and the other was the first-class master at a young age.

He didn't know the strength of Long San and Yin Hun. Maybe Long San is stronger, maybe Yin Hun is stronger, or maybe even a draw.

But perhaps some clues can be seen from the next battle without gunpowder. At least he can tell who is more scheming.

Many people in the restaurant had a premonition of the arrival of this war. Many people hurriedly took a few bites of rice and left. Only a few boldly found a remote corner to watch the storm that was about to be storm.

The storm is about to come and the wind fills the building. Now, their momentum has already done this, and the battle is officially staged.

"Please sit, please sit down, everyone." Long San spoke to them respectfully, with no anger on his face, as if nothing had happened just now, and now they are friends gathering together and the conversation is very pleasant.

This scene made Dan Daofeng a little confused. She knew Long San's temper. If he hated someone, he would be merciless. But why should he be polite to Yin Huike?

Because he is the Dragon King’s guest?

"Yin Hun, I have heard that the wine brewed by Uncle Long is the best in the world. Many people don't spare any platinum and want to taste it without any blessing. Uncle is willing to let you drink wine, so he respects us juniors. If Brother Yin Hun doesn't mind, can we appreciate the face? How about we taste the wine together? Just think that I take advantage of Brother Yin Hun, and drink this wine that is called the best in the world once?"

"Haha, forget it, I'm so poor at drinking. I'm the second most in our team. If you compare it with you, it's still a lot worse."

But the scalpel was disdainful. This kid was really good at pretending. In the incredible group, he was the best drinker. Every time they were drunk, it was Yin Hui who fought in the end. Every time, Yin Hui helped them find a taxi to send them away.

But this kid even told them that he had a very poor alcohol tolerance... he was pretending.

He is also looking forward to the upcoming performance of playing a pig and eating a tiger later.

"Haha, I'm humble. I'm humble. Actually, I'm the second most alcohol tolerance among the Dragon Team. Maybe I'm not as good as you. Today we got the same thing, so I'd like to ask my brother about the key to fighting for wine."

When he heard Yin Hui say that he was so poor that he had a bad alcohol tolerance, he looked at his sincere expression and attitude, and he was happy and cursed in his heart: "Boy, see if I don't get you drunk today?"

Yin Hui looked at his subordinates with some embarrassment, and made an excuse to shirk, "In my opinion, let's forget it. Drinking in front of so many subordinates will have a bad impact."

Long San shook his head: "Drinking alcohol to relieve fatigue, and I think your brothers shouldn't mind you drinking. By the way, uncle, you shouldn't be stingy, you should contribute two glasses of wine." His face was filled with joy, thinking that Yin Hui was looking for an excuse, so he took the initiative to help him block the excuse, blocking him to a dead end, and there was no way out, and it would be to see if you drink or not.

"Don't mind or not."

"Don't mind at all!"

"Tsk, drink some, anyway, that's the amount of alcohol!"

"That's right, drinking will not kill anyone."

"In my opinion, let's forget it. Yin Hui has just learned to drink..."

“…”

The last sentence was said by Yin Hui. On the surface, he was concerned about Yin Hui, but Yin Hui understood that it was him anesthesia of the enemy.

I really didn't expect that among these fierce men, Coldonan, also knew this trick of playing hard to get.

After hearing his subordinates say that Yin Hui was not good at drinking, Long San was even more happy and even had the idea of ​​drinking him to death.

The Dragon King looked at the two people with interest, and wanted to see if Yin Hui really couldn't drink it or was pretending to behave.

He knew Long San's alcohol tolerance, and it would be no problem to drink one or two pounds with his friends. But he had never drunk such wine, so I wonder if he could last a glass of wine.

And he knew nothing about Yin Hui.

"Haha, Long San is right. Drinking less can relieve fatigue." The Dragon King also interrupted.

"Then... OK!" Yin Hui said embarrassedly: "Since the Dragon King has spoken, if I don't agree, I will be rude."

Long San's nervous face just now relaxed, and he was really afraid that Yin Hui would not agree.

"Come on, come and get the wine glass!" Long San called out the service staff. Soon, two women wearing miniskirts and white aprons walked up quickly with small steps, then placed the two white porcelain wine glasses in their hands on the table, and then quickly turned around and left.

"Uncle, I'll do it." The Dragon King took out the marching gourd that had peeled off the paint and was about to pour wine, but was snatched by Long San. This is the minimum politeness of being a junior.

Long San's politeness quickly won the praise of several people in the restaurant, and at least he had some good feelings for Long San.

Yin Hui seemed to care, with a faint smile on her face, just watching Long San slowly fill the wine glass, without any panic at all.

"It's so stupid. I haven't realized that Long San is going to make a move."

"Yes, how did such a person get into the Dragon Team?"

"That's right, I'm not qualified to have a meal with the Dragon King."

"There is no brainless person, and no one is dying, and he doesn't even know how to die if he dies."

"..." Everyone on both sides were talking, and the voices of several people were heard by Yin Hui, who was very clear-headed and eye-catching, but he pretended that they did not exist and continued to stare at the two white porcelain wine glasses.

"I think it's a bit boring to drink it like this." Long San covered the Dragon King's marching gourd and returned it politely. Then he suddenly sighed as if something sounded. Before Yin Hui could say anything, he continued: "Let's do this, in my opinion, we might as well play a small game. I believe that brother Yin Hui will not refuse."

"Okay." He nodded, cursing the guy in his heart that he finally made a move: "Tell me, what game?"

"Since it's a bet on wine, we will take out our most precious things. If anyone wins, then the lost party will win which party. What do you think?"

"That's it." Yin Hui thought for a while, and finally nodded: "Okay, that's it."

Long San smiled: "It's still Brother Yin Hui who is happy, I like to deal with people like you." After that, Long San reached out to take out a golden sign from his pocket and said, "This is my most precious thing, a silver medal. If I lose, then Brother Yin Hui will just take the silver medal away."

His expression was extremely tough, and he showed a slight reluctance, as if he really was reluctant to take out the silver medal.

"That's it." Yin Hui was a little embarrassed: "My most precious thing is my body. If I lose, I will be yours."

“…”

Long San was so angry that his teeth were itchy. Unexpectedly, this guy was quite good at playing scoundrels. What do I want you to do? I don’t make a big deal.

And I have already made the bet so clear, but this guy's mind hasn't even reacted. What I want is your gold medal, do you know the gold medal? You don't care at all and there are four things.

But the other party wanted to pretend to be confused with him, and he had no choice but to raise it with shamelessness: "I heard that Brother Yin Hui has four gold medals? I think if there is really a gold medal, you can use it."

"Ah?" Yin Hui shouted as if she was under a very big sensory impact, staring at Long San incredibly and shouted: "Is the dragon card the most important thing for you? Your mother, your body is more important than a gold medal?"

He deliberately increased the volume, on the one hand, to express his shock, and on the other hand, to let everyone in the restaurant hear it clearly: "You all heard it, this kid is just an unfilial kid!"

Long San wanted to rush up and pinch Yin Hui's neck, then pressed him down, slapped him with a big mouth of 1,200, even if he wanted money, he would slap him. How could this kid do this? How could you do this?

"I think Brother Yin Hui misunderstood." Although he was very angry, he pretended to be calm and suppressed the resentment in his heart, and refused to let him say it: "I mean, how can we bet on things outside of us bet on them, so how can we count our relatives and friends?"

"Oh, you said it earlier." Yin Hui said suddenly, and then punched Long San's chest intimately, indicating that the two of them were actually very good friends: "Look, I almost misunderstood you just now. What did you say just now? The four gold medals on me? Oh, since you think the four gold medals are the most precious things on me, I have no objection." After saying that, he pretended to be stupid and took out the four golden gold medals, put them on the table, and then asked with a smile: "Huh? Is your gold medal fake? Why aren't you as bright as me?" Yin Hui asked curiously, looking at the inconspicuous little silver medal in front of the four gold medals.

Difficult to death, difficult to death.

If he was extremely embarrassed and could make a person die, then Long San would have been embarrassed.

It would be fine if you had a gold medal, but you took out four pieces at once. This was already a very amazing thing. All the people in the restaurant who were still conscious were stunned, as if they were watching Jesus Christ appear with their own eyes.

But this kid has four gold medals to support him, but he actually compared the four gold medals with his own little silver medal... In front of the four gold medals, his little silver medal was really inconspicuous. Even Long San had the urge to grab his silver medal and throw it into the stinky ditch.

But he knew that he could not do this now, because if he did that, his face would be really lost.

Although his anger was burning in his heart, he still maintained his calmness on his face, and the smile was still there, but his smile was barely harder now.

"Let's do this. If I can drink two cups and brothers Yin Hui can only drink one cup, then even if I win, my silver medal belongs to you, and this gold medal belongs to me. If you win, this silver medal will be given to you. What do you think?" Long San said with some embarrassment, his expression was a little distracted, as if he was thinking about it and finally decided.

"Then... OK!" Yin Hui nodded and said, "That's it. Should you drink first or I drink first?"

"Since I am the master, I will take the lead." Long San nodded and said with a smile. He grabbed the wine glass on the table, lit up the full wine inside, raised his neck and poured it down.

With a gulp, his face immediately became rosy as if it was burning. Although he tried his best to restrain the twitching muscles on his face, he could still imagine the burning inside his internal organs.

"Okay, okay, it's just refreshing, much more refreshing than a big guy!" Yin Hui applauded, looked at Long San's painful expression, and applauded.

It took a long time before he slowly recovered and said with a smile: "On average."

At the same time, I was secretly glad in my heart. Fortunately, I just endured the burning sensation in my heart, so I didn’t reveal it.

I was also secretly sighing in my heart, feeling that the Dragon King's wine has such strong momentum? It's more important to drink a cup than a pound of him.

He finally didn't have to lose his little silver medal. Long San also wiped the sweat from his forehead at this time, because he knew that if he lost all the silver medals, the Dragon King would definitely not spare him, because it was something that represented his identity, as important as a soldier's gun.

"Brother Yin Hui, it's your turn." Long San looked at Yin Hui with some smugness, and then said with a smile.

"Oh?" Yin Hui frowned, looked at the full little wine that looked a little sticky with some reluctance, and then said with a smile: "Okay, I'll try the exclusive brew of Dragon King." After that, he brought the wine glass to his nose and smelled it.

The pungent smell instantly occupied his internal organs. Before he could drink it, he felt dizzy.

"So rush?" He stared at the wine glass with suspicion, then looked at Long San's smile, and simply put down the cup, then pushed one of the gold medals up: "Don't drink anymore."
To be continued...