So straightforward and generous, everyone on the scene was shocked. Everyone looked at her like a monster, but they didn't react for a long time: "It's a joke? I didn't try it, but I actually gave up and pushed out my gold medal... What did he regard the gold medal as?"

Ke Daonan also looked at Yin Hui with a suspicious look on his face.

The Dragon King looked at the young man with a faint smile on his face, and said softly in his heart: "It's interesting, this young man is interesting."

Long San was a little disbelief. Looking at Yin Hun's sad expression and the expression of shocking people around him, he was sure that what happened just now was real.

He shook his hands and pushed the silver medal in his hand up, then took the opponent's silver medal. They had already made a bet before that if they win, they would exchange silver medals for gold medals.

He stood up and asked with a smile: "Since brother Yin Hui is so happy, then I will write down the favor of brother Yin Hui. Next time I must have a good banquet for brother Yin Hui."

After saying that, he was about to turn around and leave.

"Stop, Brother Long!" Yin Hui called out Long San who turned around and wanted to leave, and said with a smile: "Since you are here, let's have a few more drinks with me. Look, I still have three gold medals, and you still have one gold medal. Now you are qualified to compete with me."

Long San first turned around suspiciously, then looked at Yin Hui. This kid was indeed not that easy to deceive.

"Then... OK." Long San couldn't refuse in front of everyone, so he had to hold back his groggy head, sit down, hold the table with his hands before barely sitting down: "Tell me, why are we betting this time?"

"Gold medal vs. Gold medal!" He smiled and took the wine gourd from the Dragon King, poured a glass for each of them, then placed one of them in front of Long San, and said with a smile: "Brother Long, please first."

Long San glanced at the gold medal temptation that shone brightly in Yin Hui's hand, nodded, picked up the wine glass and wanted to drink it.

The pungent smell penetrated into his internal organs along her breath. The internal organs were as painful as burning, as if they were burning by something.

He closed his breath, then put the wine glass in front of his mouth and took a hard mouth.

Gudong.

The sticky little wine flowed down his stomach and intestines again. Wherever he passed, it was full of redness, as rosy as grilled sausages. Even his neck became red and swollen, which was scary, even more scary than the symptoms of big neck disease.

But he suppressed the pain, and the smile on his face seemed as ugly as the knife was carved, but... it was just a smile.

He pretended to be calm and put the cup in his hand on the table, but he clearly saw that the cup had fallen on the table. However, when he spread his hands, the cup still fell down, and finally made a crisp crackling sound, and the cup was smashed into seven or eight.

And he also thrust his head on the chair, gasping for breath. It took him a long time to recover.

His mind was dizzy and he felt that the world was spinning rapidly, as if it was in the end of the world.

"How...!" Long San said with a smile, although the laughter was even more uncomfortable than crying.

"It's okay." Yin Hui nodded, then picked up the wine glass. When he was about to drink it all, the wine glass suddenly fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"You...what are you doing?" Long San wanted to jump up from the table, but his whole body seemed to have been completely drained. He had no strength to stand up, and he could only stare at Yin Hun with a fierce look.

"What do you do? What can I do?" He smiled bitterly, then glared at Long San with contemptuous eyes: "I'm just a little dizzy, so the wine glass accidentally fell to the ground." Yin Hui smiled bitterly: "I'm losing this game." After that, he handed over another gold medal.

While handing it over, he cursed disgustedly: "It's so unlucky. Why did he lose two gold medals as soon as he came on the court? It's so annoying." He also twisted his arm hard and said to himself: "You must not lose again this time. Someone will bring you two wine glasses."

"Yin Hun, what are you doing?" Long San, who seemed to have drunk two pounds of white wine, shouted with the last bit of strength in his body. The reason why he threw away the cup just now was that he didn't want to continue drinking. Because he knew that if he continued to drink, the qi and blood might attack his heart. Although he had already used internal force to block it, the strong alcoholism still caught him off guard.
Chapter completed!