"It's really not possible. I'll be drunk if I drink it again." Li Feng waved his hands repeatedly, looking very drunk.

A smile flashed in the little dragon king's eyes in the sea. "Don't, brother, I'll be humble when I see you, so I'll be respectful first."

Li Feng held the beer with a bitter face. "It's so bitter, cough cough."

"Hahaha, I'll just say, brother, you're humble, come again."

Er Er San and Gao Yan Xiaoxiao fans shouted one by one. "This guy looks pretty strong and has such a poor alcohol tolerance. He has only drunk five or six glasses of beer and then shaken."

"No, it's a tall man, it turns out to be an embroidered pillow."

"The little dragon king fucks him, one bottle to one cup, it's awesome."

Er Er San looked at each other with the cold little loser, and was quite proud. The boy knew it was amazing. "Mr. Cheng, let's not have a drink standing up." Cheng Xiaolan pretended to be bitter and had a face. "Mr. Wang, Fengzi doesn't like drinking beer very much."

"It's okay, I can still get drunk with beer. Come on, Mr. Cheng, I'll toast you." Wang Zhendong said with a smile. It's better to get drunk. The live broadcast effect will definitely not be much better tomorrow. It's best to fall to the top ten, which is the best.

"No, no, I'll take a break." Li Feng's face turned red and he waved his hand. It's so hard to hold his breath.

"Brother, this is only a little bit. I'll do it for you." The little dragon king in the sea came with another bottle.

Li Feng smiled bitterly, picked up the wine glass and coughed halfway after drinking it. "Brother, you have a great alcohol tolerance."

"What's wrong with Fengzi? It won't be a real problem, right?"

Li Feng's live broadcast fan group discussed. "Nonsense, these few beers can knock down Fengzi, don't joke, unless beer made of pure alcohol."

"Then what's going on?"

"Fengzi is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger."

"Damn, it really looks like this, he blushed."

"Not."

"Damn these guys are unlucky to meet Fengzi this time."

"Hehe, you have time to go to the 223 live broadcast room later, hahaha, let's go and show off later."

Li Feng will be despised and ridiculed by all kinds of contempt and ridicule. Many fans of Er Er San and the cold little loser ran to Li Feng's live broadcast room to leave messages, although Li Feng did not open the live broadcast room.

"Damn it, show off, you will be nice to you when you wait."

"Fengzi should fight back."

Li Feng drank about ten glasses of beer in a row, and the Little Dragon King blew ten bottles in one gulp. Although the Little Dragon King in the sea claimed to be twenty bottles but not under the position, he was bragging after all. No matter how much he could drink a person, he would still keep his stomach.

Besides, I was so tired that I could not hold back ten bottles in a row. If I drink twenty bottles slowly, the little dragon king would be really good, but now I am a little fierce, just patronizing Zhang Buzhuo Li Feng drunk.

I never thought that this kid still has some amount.

"Is something wrong?"

Er Er San muttered. "This kid can't pretend, right?"

"No."

"This kid has drunk more than ten cups." said Gao Leng Xiaoji. "I can't see it anymore. I'll wait for me to come up to meet him."

The cold little loser is learning to be smart and wants to drink one cup with Li Feng. "I can't drink enough, so let's have three cups."

"Three cups, no, one cup, one cup, one cup, something to say." Li Feng waved his hands repeatedly, and felt disgusted from time to time, as if he was about to vomit.

"Brother, don't give face anymore, that's it." The cold little loser seemed to be unable to see Li Feng. "I'll drink two drinks and you'll have a drink. You'll never give this little face."

Li Feng pretended to be helpless. "Okay, I agreed to only drink three cups, and I vomited."

"Of course."

Gao Leng Xiaodiaosi thought to herself that she was thinking too much. "I'll do it first." As she said that, Gao Leng Xiaodiaosi raised her cup and killed it in one gulp.

Good guy, Li Feng drank three more cups, and it shook more and more. It seemed that he could pour it at any time. At this time, the cold little loser drank again for Li Feng, and learned to make a bottle of Li Feng and have a drink of Li Feng by himself.

Just drinking, drinking, and then suddenly slap the next two and three. "What's wrong, this kid is pretending."

“Cold.”

It was too late for 223 to call Gao Leng again. Gao Leng drank six or seven bottles now. In order to blow Li Feng down, he was a little anxious. At first, he didn't feel it. He was a little dizzy now. "No, I really can't drink it."

"Hahaha, brother, if you don't give me face, I'll do it first." Well, the cold little dickman got drunk and actually hugged Li Feng and made a cup after cup.

At this time, fans of the cold live broadcast room also found problems. "Hurry up, check whether this kid has live broadcasts drinking videos. I always feel that this kid has a problem."

"No way."

"Why can't it be? How much has it been drunk? This kid just shakes and doesn't fall down. Did you find out?"

"It's true, it's not really pretending."

"Isn't this possible?"

Just now, everyone was laughing at the embroidered pillows, but then they found that their anchor seemed to be a fool, and they were deliberately teasing you.

"I found it, found it."

I found out after a while. This is a video of me recording a stable meal. "Five or six kilograms of white wine?"

"What did you say about five or six pounds of white wine?"

"You can drink five or six kilograms of white wine with the one who drinks Gaoleng."

"You're not kidding, what does it mean to have five or six pounds of white wine?"

"It's really drinkable on the video, it's just a barrel of wine."

"What do you mean, are you really funny and playing with the cold now?"

"Absolutely, you can drink five or six pounds of white wine, and drinking beer is not the same as drinking water."

"Talk to Er Er San and pull Gao Leng down."

Er Er San’s frowns deeper and deeper, and he felt that there was something wrong, but he was not sure for a moment. "Er Er San, there is something wrong."

“What’s the problem?”

"We just checked it out and this kid is super capable of drinking."

"It's super good to drink, really?" Er Er San said in his heart. I felt something was wrong. This guy was pretending. "How much can he drink."

"Five or six pounds of white wine."

"What?"

The live broadcast room was blown up, with five or six pounds of white wine. "You're not kidding."

"No, I saw the amount when I recorded the video and drank high corn wine without any moisture."

"How is this possible? How can one drink so much wine alone?" The 223 team leader who was just proud of the message from Li Feng's live broadcast room, the 223 boys could not believe it at all.

"Hahaha, you're stupid. I just spoke, I still wanted to drink Fengzi wine. I just don't know how to write the word "Death", a little example. Who said Fengzi embroidered pillow just now? Your anchor can't even be an embroidered pillow." I was poor and immediately jumped out and showed off.

As soon as he said this, the fans of the entire live broadcast room, Er Er San and the cold little loser were immediately angry. "Despicable and shameless."

"Hahaha, despicable and shameless. A few people wanted to drink Fengzi wine together, and they secretly started live broadcasting. This is so embarrassed to say that others are shameless. I'll go, how thick is this face? The concrete with steel bars with thick wrists is not as good as the face of your anchor."

"you……."

"What are you? You go to the fan live broadcast room to leave a message, you are so shameless."

"By the way, don't rush to delete it. I've cut dozens of screenshots. Do you want to send them out to see?"

At this moment, the fans in the Er-23 live broadcast room were speechless. They were so happy to be criticized just now. "Hahaha, a group of weak chickens, let alone you five, plus five more, they are all delusions to drink Fengzi. Weak chickens are weak chickens."

"Weak chicken?"

The little dragon king of Gaohaili was fucked to death, and Gaoleng Xiaojiu was about to end. "Stop drinking." Two and three snatched Gaoleng's beer in one hand.

"What's wrong, I won't drink it."

Li Feng looked at Er Er San with an angry face. "Oh, I feel dizzy and want to vomit."

"Stop pretending."

Er Er San glared at Li Feng. "Boy, you have enough planting."

Li Feng knew as soon as he saw Er Er San's expression that he had been discovered to be pretending to be drunk. "It's okay, at least it's not as unlucky as some people, and he plans to fight together."

"you……."

Two and three pointed at Li Feng, and they wanted to strangle Li Feng to death.

"What's wrong? This is, drinking."

Wang Zhendong was slightly stunned. "Young man has a good alcohol tolerance, I'll give you a drink."

"Mr. Wang is polite, but I am not used to drinking red wine. It's too painful to drink one cup after another."

Li Feng said. "How about this, Mr. Wang, I respect you. There are still two bottles left, how about each person and one bottle."

Wang Zhendong was stunned and his mouth twitched. "Hehe, I'm joking."

"hehe."

Li Feng said with a smile. "Just kidding, Mr. Wang, that anchor seems to be drunk. He just brags about something huge to me, but in fact he is so weak that he is so weak."
To be continued...