Even with the help of old fish, there are still five jars of wine left.

If he drinks this, he will probably be unable to tell the difference between the east, south and north before he finishes drinking it.

"Three Young Master?"

He looked at Ling Luoyu bitterly.

Ling Luoyu Tamsui Wuhen: "What are you doing? Do you still have to find someone to drink with you?"

"That's a good relationship..."

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

"Forget it, keep them for the two of you. When I get drunk for a while, I can help carry me!"

"Then please!"

Ling Luoyu completely wanted to fight him to the end.

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

I no longer feel pretentious, I grabbed a jar of wine and poured it down.

Entrance--

"puff……"

A sip of wine was sprayed out.

"What's this?"

Ling Luoyu's pupils shrank: "What?"

"No, there is something wrong with these wines... they are very spicy..." Feng Chenglin rubbed the corner of his mouth and frowned.

The ones I drank just now, although the taste was not good, it was much better than this one.

At least, the ones I just can swallow!

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

Swallow and wipe the wine stains from the corners of your mouth with your sleeve.

"It's not as unbearable as you said?"

"How could it be?" Feng Chenglin looked at the wine jar for no reason.

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

But looking at Zhou Yan's expression, there is nothing wrong with it.

It turned out that it seemed like he was pretentious.

"Fatty, do you want to admit it?" Ling Luoyu rolled up his sleeves and put his hands on his hips: "Do you still have to wait for me to come over and taste the taste yourself?"

"No need..." Feng Chenglin stumbled and smiled awkwardly: "It's spicy wine, isn't this man just so spicy? Just spicy..."

The words in his mouth were calm and gentle, but when he really drank, he frowned.

After finally getting drunk in a jar, a ball of fire seemed to lit up in his belly.

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

"What's going on? It's a little... uncomfortable..."

He tore open his collar, looking in pain.

However, no matter how uncomfortable it is, what needs to be accomplished must be continued!

Take a breath and grab the second jar of wine.

Zhou Yan suddenly took action, pressed his wrist with one hand, looked at him with his eyes fixedly, and then retreated.

"Did you see it?"

Ling Luoyu and Dingmiao walked forward together.

"Same as him?"

"When did this happen?"

“…”

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

Feng Chenglin was inexplicably embarrassed when he was seen: "No... you three, what does this mean?"

Just looking at him straight, the gods will have to get furious!?

"…What does it mean? Do you feel it yourself?"

Ling Luoyu stepped forward carelessly, stood opposite him, tilted his head and looked at him.

Zhou Yan and Dingmiao retreated at the same time, with a look of alertness in their eyes.

Feng Chenglin: "..."

What to do?

It made him look like a plague and could not avoid that kind.

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

Thinking of something, he suddenly looked at the old fish.

The old fish was also looking at him at this time.

The eyes are not very good!

"What's wrong with me?"

He slowly raised his hand, touched his cheek, and instantly cried.

"No, right? I'm not so unlucky, right?"

With a bitter face, he took out a small mirror.

After seeing it, it was not very good in an instant.
Chapter completed!