After a pause, he thought of something.

"No, we are all dead..."

“…”

"If you don't taste such a beautiful wine, it will be useless if you die. Come and drink..."

There is no need to find something to serve wine, just hold it up and drink it with both hands.

Dingmiao looked at it from one side and thrust his mouth straight away—

This drunkard is a drunkard!

As long as you encounter alcohol, you will be alive or not!

He took the leaves, folded them into a wine cup and handed them to Cui Bangtang.

"Use this, let's drink it slowly... there are so many more!"

"Yes, there are so many more, drink it slowly!"

Cui Bangtang smiled and took the wine cup and looked at it, staggering.

"This is too small..."

Before he could talk too much, he picked up the jar of wine, held his head up and poured several large mouthfuls in front of him.

Decision of the temple: "..."

Is this drinking?

Is this a cow drink!?

It seems that he doesn't need to accompany you at all.

Cui Bangtang drank a big mouthful and found that Ding Temple was sighing at the wine jar.

"What's wrong? Why don't you drink?"

His face was blushing and his eyes were filled with alcohol.

"Why, I can't drink it without food?"

Dingmiao sighed: "Brother, I really admire you. It's time, can you still drink?"

"At this time? When..."

"We are all dead, can you still drink so happily?"

"Don't matter if he has any alcohol, as long as he drinks, he will be the same if he dies..."

Cui Bangtang patted the wine jar beside him and sat down next to him.

"Come on, you one, I one, we brothers will die and drink it. I'll have sex..."

"I can't do it, I'll use this..." Dingmiao quickly put some leaves and wine cups on his own and raised it high: "Brother, I can't drink this, so I'll use this to toast you..."

"Look at you, you drink like a scholar!" Cui Bangtang was unhappy, but he didn't care.

Anyway, as long as he drinks beautifully, no one else cares.

"Come on, let's do one first to celebrate us...we can still have wine to drink when we die!"

Decision of the temple: "..."

Can you celebrate even if you die!?

This drunkard's death is really a bit different from a normal person!?

Taking advantage of the time when Cui Bangtang was drinking, he poured out his wine, pretended to hold his head up and smacked his lips.

"You can't say it, the taste of this good wine is different, it's very sweet..."

"Well! The sweetness is also filled with the fragrance of wine, one word - beauty!" Cui Bangtang shook his head, looking at enjoyment.

Dingmiao glanced around and sighed again: "Oh, I don't know how long this Huangquan Road is. After drinking these wines, do you just wait in line to put the oil pan..."

Cui Bangtang's eyes suddenly opened: "You...what did you say?"

"What?" Dingmiao blinked: "I said, I don't know how long we will take to walk on the Huangquan Road..."

"Huangquan Road?" Cui Bangtang glanced at the wine jar: "I said, shouldn't there be Mengpo soup on this Huangquan Road? Why are we wine..."

"Yes, this is also something I don't understand!" Dingmiao was shocked by the fact that Cui Bangtang was still in charge of this.

After ordinary people drink so much wine, their heads have long become muddy.

He is fine!

You can also think of Mengpo soup.

However, the next second, Cui Bangtang laughed.

"I said brother, you and I have all died, I have all died, why do you care about so much? At worst, die again... whether it's Mengpo soup or wine, drink it first!"


Chapter completed!