When Nie Gandang saw Pan Juji mocking him like this, his face suddenly changed color and he said angrily: "You..."
Pan Juji snorted coldly, raised his head and said, "What do you want?"
Strength is everything. Pan Juji's martial arts skills are far superior to his opponent. If he wanted to do that, he could kill Nie Gandang in one move. You must know that his nickname of bloodthirsty professor is not in vain.
Ying Donghan hurriedly grabbed Nie Gandang and said, "Get out of the way quickly. It's none of our business where people want to eat at. Don't get in the way."
Seeing the red bloodshot eyes emerging from Pan Juji's eyes, Nie Gandang was also startled. He knew clearly that this was a sign that the guy was going to kill someone. Who knew what the lunatic man would do, so he didn't dare to block it any longer and hurriedly stepped forward.
Sit next to him.
Seeing him get out of the way, Pan Juji's anger calmed down a lot. He carried a chair and walked to another table, followed by other leaders. The four of them sat down at the round table on the right. At this time, a very strange scene formed in the room, a huge round table on the left.
There were only two leaders, Nie Gandang and Ying Donghan, sitting at the table. Their faces were livid and very ugly. The table on the right was crowded with the other twelve leaders. Although they were crowded together like garlic cloves, they were uncomfortable, but they were full of cheers.
Laughter.
They are all reckless heroes, and they admire heroes. After knowing that Ximen Lang is one of their own, many leaders at the table on the right think that he is young and promising, and have great martial arts skills, and they admire him endlessly.
Ximen Lang had seen many such occasions, and he was not restrained. He looked at the wine glass in front of him and said, "The cup is a bit small. Can you change it to a larger bowl? It will be more enjoyable to drink."
His move was purely to win over everyone present. Seeing that Luo Aohan and the others were bold and forthright people, just like the heroes of the forest in ancient times, and quite similar to the style of one hundred and eight generals in the Water Margin, he proposed to change the cups into larger bowls.
After hearing his suggestion, everyone cheered loudly, especially Luo Aohan, who clapped his hands excitedly and shouted: "Well done, brother Ximen has courage, he is such a good man, come here, take down all the wine glasses and bring up a big bowl."
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Aunt Liao glanced at the handsome young man next to her with a smile, her bright eyes showed interest, and she said softly: "It would be good to change to a bigger bowl, but little brother, how do you drink? If you are drunk, I will
I'll eat your tofu."
Ximen Lang laughed and said cheerfully: "It doesn't matter. It's an honor for me to be eaten by a beautiful woman. I can't ask for more."
Aunt Liao glanced over with charming eyes and said softly: "Really, I won't be polite in a moment."
Ximenlang smiled and said, "You're welcome, but you have to get me drunk first."
Aunt Liao giggled, her flowers trembling, and she said confidently: "Don't worry, drinking is my sister's forte, I guarantee I can get you drunk."
At this time, the service staff standing next to him hurriedly removed all the wine glasses, replaced them with a No. 2 large bowl, and filled the bowl with Yunnan's specialty copper pot wine. This kind of wine has many traditional manufacturing techniques.
A distillation process requires the use of a copper distillation pot, hence the name copper pot wine. It uses exquisite materials, has a clear color, a sweet and refreshing taste, and a strong but not strong aroma.
Twelve large bowls, each containing about six taels of copper pot wine, and the rich aroma of wine floated in the air. Ximen Lang picked up the wine bowl and said: "I am honored to be a member of Huamen and work with you.
Dear brothers and sisters, let’s drink together at the same table. Because of the frame-up by that bastard Feng Erlie, I and I were
There was a misunderstanding among some people here, which resulted in mutual harm. Now the traitor has surfaced and been duly punished. I hope everyone will accept me regardless of past grudges. I offer you a bowl of wine. If you think highly of me, drink it in the bowl.
I'll drink wine first as a token of respect." After saying this, he drank a large bowl of wine first.
Xiao Dingfeng praised: "Brother Ximen has a good drinking capacity and is very refreshing. We are all brothers of the same family, so naturally we don't care about the previous misunderstandings. Let's just do it." He picked up the wine bowl and took the lead.
A group of people picked up the wine bowls one after another and drank the wine in the bowls, creating a scene of their own arrogance and arrogance.
Flying Bat Diao Yuanqian's arms were both broken and in plaster. He couldn't move, but it didn't stop him from drinking. He lowered his head and picked up the wine bowl, then raised his head and drank the wine in the bowl without leaking. As he opened his mouth, the wine bowl fell. At the table, everyone applauded.
"Guardian Diao is really good, he drinks so well!"
"What a man!"
Filling the empty bowl with wine again, Ximen Lang raised the wine bowl again, looked at Diao Yuanqian opposite, and said: "Brother Diao, I'm really sorry. A misunderstanding caused your arms to be broken, but I was also hit. You almost lost your life under the clutches of the Netherworld. The two of us have hurt each other. I offer this bowl of wine to you alone. Thank you for your broad-mindedness and accepting me as a brother. Let's drink this bowl of wine."
Diao Yuanqian chuckled and said in his ugly voice: "There is no need to mention the past. I only blame that bastard Feng Erlie for making us both lose. Brother, you have nothing to say about your martial arts and character. You will become a bad guy in the future. I am old Diao I’m lucky to be called big brother by you, so do it.”
The two of them each drank a large bowl of wine. Aunt Liao next to them said softly: "Brother Ximen, you kicked me that day. It was so hard that it still hurts. So you don't respect me." A bowl of wine?”
Ximenlang smiled and said, "Really? I was only focused on escaping that day, and I forgot to accidentally hurt you. I'm sorry, sister, I also offer you a bowl of wine."
Aunt Liao said happily: "That's pretty much it."
Ximen Lang picked up the wine bowl and offered another bowl of wine to Aunt Liao. In a short time, he drank three large bowls of nearly two kilograms of copper pot wine, but his face was still chatting and laughing, without the slightest hint of drunkenness, which made everyone marvel.
Aunt Liao put down the wine bowl with her slender hands, leaned over with her soft body as if she had no bones, and asked in a sweet voice: "Brother, do you still remember where you kicked me that day?"
Ximenlang shook his head and said, "I don't remember."
Aunt Liao put her delicate pink face towards her. The fragrance was intoxicating. Her flaming red lips came to Ximen Lang's ear and whispered: "You kicked the mysterious area below me. It hurts so much and it keeps swelling." You are here, please give me a massage when you have time..."
Ximenlang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I don't dare."
Aunt Liao said angrily: "Why don't you dare? I think you are very brave."
Ximen Lang said with a smile: "My face looks like peach blossoms, and the grass is so strong that I'm afraid of pricking my hands."
A girlish shyness suddenly appeared on Aunt Liao's pink face, and she said angrily: "I hate it!"
Ximenlang chuckled and did not respond. He picked up a wine bowl and toasted the murderer Maitreya Fang Baala and others who had fought against him. Bowl after bowl of fine wine was poured into his stomach by him, which was breathtaking...