The waiter patiently quoted the price again. Wang Lang suddenly stood up and pointed to the few things on the table, "One carrot, three corn cakes, a small bowl of rice is more than 4,800?"

"Sir, you understand it wrongly, it's not like this." The waiter said patiently, "The flying immortals outside the sky are 148, the golden cakes are 48, and the pearls are 48, but you have drunk twenty-three bowls of worries and relieved wine."

“Didn’t you say that alcohol is free?”

"Wine is free, but Jieyou Dan is not free, one is 200 yuan."

Wang Lang's big fist almost couldn't help but fuck the waiter's face.

"You didn't tell me that one Jieyou Dan would be two hundred."

"Sir, you didn't ask, either." The server smiled patiently.

But in Wang Lang's eyes, that smile really owes as much as he wants.

Wang Lang scooped up a bowl again, put another elixir of Worry Relief, and raised his head to drink a bowl.

"Get a whole, five thousand." Wang Lang grinned.

The face change became too fast before and after, and some of the waiters didn't react.

Then he smiled and said, "Sir, look, is it WeChat or Alipay, or swipe a card or cash."

Wang Lang suddenly covered his stomach, "Oh, it hurts, the stomach hurts, the wine is poisonous." Wang Lang covered his stomach in pain, his face turned red and his ears red, and his veins bulged on his forehead, which should be as similar as possible.

puff!

Wang Lang spit out a stream of liquid and spit it directly on the waiter's leg. The waiter avoided it in disgust.

"It's poisonous! The wine... it's poisonous!" Wang Lang's pupils dilated, fell from the stool, sat on the ground, and his whole body was convulsed.

The waiter was a little difficult to tell whether it was true or false for a while. I don’t know if Wang Lang was really poisoned or falsely poisoned, because his acting skills were simply fucking magic.

Others who came here to eat were stretched out their necks to see, not knowing what was going on.

The waiter kicked Wang Lang with his feet. Wang Lang twitched, rolled his eyes, and his face was twitching, and it was really like he was poisoned.

A group of guests surrounded him, and one of the bearded men sneered, "The martial arts conference has not started yet, the Black Dragon King of Longmen was actually released in the restaurant at the foot of Fengtian Mountain. There is a good show."

The waiter reached out to touch Wang Lang's neck.

"What's going on?" A voice came from the entrance of the stairs. A man in leather jacket, jeans and Martin boots came up. He had a long face and a high-ranking temperament on his body. He was arrogant without anger.

The waiter stood up and said, "Boss, this person didn't pay the bill and said that the wine was poisonous, so he lay down."

The boss came over and sneered, "Black Dragon King, are there some people who are playing rogue here?"

Wang Lang was still lying on the ground and twitching, and it became more and more serious, and white foam began to flow from the corners of his mouth.

The boss found something was wrong, squatted down to touch Wang Lang's nose, grabbed Wang Lang's wrist and took his pulse. Then he frowned and lay on the wine jar for a look, and his brows frowned completely.

"Has anyone touched this jar before him?"

The waiter shook his head, and the boss looked at a group of guests again, and a group of guests shook their heads one after another.

Someone who had something good was stretched out his neck and looked at it, "Wow! Such a long snake! He is still alive!"

Wang Lang was still twitching on the ground. The boss squatted down, frowned even more, and turned to look at the waiter, "You go upstairs and find Mr. Song Buwen, let him come down and let him see how to cure it. Don't let the people from Longmen die in my store."

The waiter turned around and the stairs, and a group of people surrounded Wang Lang to watch the fun.

After a while, Song Buwen came down from the upstairs with his hands behind his back. With Song Buwen, there was another middle-aged man who looked ordinary and had white hair on his temples, but people couldn't help but take a look. There seemed to be a magical power on his body that attracted others.

"Mr. Song, look, what's going on?" The boss stood up.

Song Buwen came up, stretched out Wang Lang's eyelids and looked at him, then turned to look at the middle-aged man behind him, "Qiufeng, did you do it?"

The middle-aged man with gray temples behind him looked down, snorted coldly, and kicked Wang Lang, "Stop pretending!"

Wang Lang suddenly sat up, scaring everyone.

Yun Danfeng patted the dust on the clothes gently, and Wang Lang hugged Song Buwen's neck like nothing happened, "Old Song, I miss you so much."

Song Buwen patted Wang Lang's chest with a smile, "You didn't think of me that way when I met last time."

"I miss you all day long since I met you last time." Wang Lang hugged Song Buwen and went upstairs.

"The money hasn't been given yet." The waiter reached out and shouted.

Wang Lang pretended that he hadn't heard it, hugged Song Buwen and went upstairs.

The restaurant owner frowned and glanced at the waiter, "If you encounter a gantry in the future, you will make a normal offer."

After going upstairs, Wang Lang was stunned.

There is only one table on the third floor, a super large round table. There are more than twenty people sitting around the table. After looking around, the youngest one is Cao Qiufeng, who is in his fifties.

The rest of the people casually pulled out a big man who put them on the rivers and lakes and made the whole rivers and lakes shake.

Not to mention now, twenty years ago, these people were all famous figures in the world.

These include the ghost hand of the thief, the gods on land, the divine Taoist who escaped from the earth, the bloodthirsty Buddha Xiao Shi Ling, and Cao Qiufeng next to Wang Lang was also a character. He also had the title of the top scholar at that time. As for Song Buwen, his name was a little bit dirtier, and he was called the Bull Nose. The reason was that everyone liked to call Taoist priests the old Taoist priests in the past because the Taoist priests' bun looked like the Bull Nose, but Song Buwen's nose really looked like the Bull Nose. So he confirmed the name of Bull Nose.

Wang Lang glanced at him for a week and then bowed, "I wish you all the best."

"Haha, I watched the celestial phenomena at night last night, the Big Dipper moved, and the purple myrtle reflected in the secluded place, hanging high above Fengtian. I knew that you little guy would come!"

An old man in plain white clothes with white hair and eyebrows pointed at Wang Lang and smiled.

Wang Lang raised his hand, "Do it, stop it, stop it, please fool others, come and fool me, who doesn't know that you are a hindsight? If you give me less, we still have a debt to settle."

The old man laughed, "You little guy, you have been yelling to settle accounts with me since you were a child. You are almost thirty years old, and you are still shouting to settle accounts with me. I am in my 80s, and you little guy can't get along with me."

Wang Lang sat on Song Buwen's stool and rinsed his mouth with Song Buwen's tea.

"Qifeng, I feel disgusted with different ways. How do you explain the word "Mr. Qifeng"? "Wang Lang sat cross-legged on the chair, grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the plate, and ate melon seeds.

Bang!

A thin old man knocked on the table with a gun in his hand, "Black Dragon King! You can't call Mr. Qifeng grandpa as you say, "Is there anyone who talks to your grandpa like this?"
Chapter completed!