And it was one cup after another without stopping.

Soon his face was red from drinking, and this guy did a cool trick: he unlocked the smallest layer of restrictions on his body.

Keep drinking!

Drink to the critical point, stay for a while, enjoy the smoky feeling, then untie it a little more and continue drinking!

Fang Che was confused.

Can you still drink like this?

It's really...talented to the extreme.

However, members of the Thirty-Six Guards kept coming over and whispering: "Boss, drink less, is that enough?"

"Where are you going?" Feng Di insisted on drinking and sternly stopped others from trying to persuade him.

"Don't even try to persuade me, otherwise don't blame me for getting angry!"

Everyone had a dark look on their faces.

Fang Che felt vaguely that something was not good.

Is this man really going crazy with alcohol?

After drinking for a while, Feng Di finally got drunk.

In Fang Che's horrified eyes, this super master ranked forty-sixth on the cloud weapon spectrum, the pinnacle genius of the Feng family, a high-quality talent who was usually polite and well-mannered, suddenly stripped him into a

Got a shirtless look.

Under the horrified gaze of the crowd, Feng Di stood up with drunken eyes, jumped onto the table, roared to the sky, twisted his buttocks on the table and started singing!

And in conjunction with that terrible dance, he slapped his chest with his hands...

The sound is like a male duck, like cracking silk, like a ghost howling, like a wolf howling, like a group of male ducks neighing together...

He himself looked intoxicated.

All the thirty-six guards made the same move: lowering their heads and covering their faces with both hands.

Fang Che, Mo Ganyun, Qiu Yun and others were all stunned!

With his eyes wide open and his mouth open, he fell into a state of brain failure. He had no idea what he was thinking, and he didn't know whether he should applaud or stop him...

All in all, all in all.

This picture is very eye-catching.

I vaguely heard a child crying nearby...

A curse came from the distance: "Who the hell invited the wolf..."

Fang Che's brain exploded.

He could imagine that Emperor Feng would become drunk and crazy, but he never imagined that Emperor Feng's drunkenness could be so down-to-earth!

The buttocks squirmed, the eyes floated, the eyes were lustful, the face was cheerful, the neck shrugged and stretched...

Full of a unique charm.

"Beautiful girl, I've dreamed of you, I've brought you to the place, I'll have a wedding with you, I'll have a wedding with you, I'll have you..."

The Wind Emperor sang loudly.

Finally, when I reached the climax of singing, I untied my belt with one hand...

"Boss, boss..."

Thirty-six people rushed forward crazily and desperately pushed Feng Emperor to the ground. They hurriedly put on his clothes and tied his trousers into a tight knot.

The four Fang Che brothers: "..."

I really saw a god today!

It’s an eye-opener!

A full six people pushed Feng Emperor to sit down on the chair, and the man's buttocks were squirming.

He burst into laughter and actually said to Fang Che: "Brother, I'm not bragging, my reputation in the family is much stronger than that of Feng Dao... That guy, tsk..."

With a look of disdain: "My cultivation is so bad! I can't hold my head high with my reputation... Tsk... I even... I tell you, I tell your brother... Your brother and I will give it to you in a few years."

There will be a big show, and I will... punch Zheng Yuandong, kick Xue Fuxiao, crush the bone gun with my palm, and kill Feng Cong with one fart..."

Several people next to him were sweating anxiously, and they covered his mouth with more than a dozen hands.

He still finished his sentence: "...Rong!"

After bragging, he sat on the chair again and sang loudly: "Jianghu, Jianghu..."

The Thirty-sixth Guards face is as gray as death, and there is no love left in life.

Only then did Fang Che remember that it looked like the ancestor of the Feng family... whose name was Feng Congrong?

Tsk...it's really a great filial piety...

Just then.

The golden-horned dragon, which had been running around outside to collect death energy, suddenly sent a message: "Master, master...has made a major discovery."

Fang Che's heart trembled: "What discovery?"

"I found the man who shot the arrow last time!" said the golden-horned dragon.

That person who shot the arrow last time?

Fang Che immediately recalled the situation where Ye Meng's shoulders were broken in front of him, and Zhao Ying'er shot an arrow through the chest. Suddenly, there was a pain in his heart, and he gritted his teeth and ordered: "Follow him!"

"Find out where to stay!"

Fang Che frowned.

Thinking back to that day, Ye Huang and Yang Luoyu followed up afterwards but failed to catch up.

Although speed does not represent strength, but... those who can do that are probably not something they can handle.

Fang Che frowned, and his eyes fell on the Feng Emperor who was singing "Jianghu, Jianghu, you are a gust of wind, a gust of rain; you are nothing, a fart; ah, Jianghu, you are just a piece of shit, worthless..."

.

I couldn't help but distort my face.

It seems that this Wind Emperor has experienced many stories, and the world he sings about...is one that no dog can even enter.

But now, Fang Che doesn't care about Feng Emperor's story, he only cares about Feng Emperor's combat power.

So he leaned over and said, "Brother Feng Emperor..."

Feng Emperor put his arm around Fang Che's neck, put one foot on the chair and sang loudly: "Brother, brother, do you know that Jianghu... is just a fart... Jianghu, Jianghu, you are just a bitch..."

Fang Che had a confused look on his face.

Someone in the Thirty-six Guards laughed dryly and explained feebly: "Mr. Fang, don't worry, our boss... is just frank, ahem, frank..."

I can see this without you having to tell me.

How candid!

Fang Che had no choice but to lean into Feng Emperor's ear: "There is a devil!"

"Jianghu...it's not uncommon for there to be demons in the Jianghu. Jianghu, Jianghu, you are..."

Feng Emperor squinted his eyes, and it was rare that he could insert an explanation in the middle.

"I mean now!"

Fang Che had no choice but to release his evil spirit.

Crazy evil spirit and murderous aura rushed towards Feng Emperor's head. Fang Che was afraid that his evil spirit could not shock this master of cloud weaponry, so he increased the dose.

Huhu...

Then everyone clearly saw that the hairs on Feng Emperor's neck stood up one by one.

The drunkenness disappeared in an instant, and it was as cold as ice and snow, and my eyes were as sharp as an eagle, as cold as frost!

"There's a devil!"

The Wind Emperor's wary gaze.

"It's me...hey...don't look at me like that..."

Fang Che had a dark look on his face: "A devil is really coming..."
Chapter completed!