Chapter 1090 You Died So Miserably
Meng Qianfeng felt like he was in the clear mind.
But for any practitioner, the most irresistible temptation is the increase in strength.
Especially young people like Yang Haoran, how many of them can control themselves?
You must take the opportunity to drink a few more sips, then wait for the joke!
Although he had bad intentions in his heart, Meng Qianfeng's face remained calm.
Yang Haoran must not be allowed to see the clues, otherwise wouldn't it be a failure?
However, Meng Qianfeng's eyes never left Yang Haoran.
He had to see Yang Haoran take a big gulp of Longyang wine before he could feel relieved.
Yang Haoran held the wine gourd in his hand and talked to himself.
"Since you have such good intentions, I can't let you down, so it's better to obey your orders than to be respectful!"
After saying this, Yang Haoran directly pointed the gourd's mouth at his own mouth and lifted the wine gourd upwards.
Only the sound of gurgling was heard as Longyang wine was poured into Yang Haoran's mouth.
Meng Qianfeng's eyes lit up and he almost danced.
Based on Yang Haoran's strength, Meng Qianfeng estimates that his upper limit is only about two mouths.
If it is too much, it must be a sign of Qi deficiency and disorder in the body, causing unbearable heat.
Meng Qianfeng's thoughts returned to that year.
Those vigorous Dragon Blood Army warriors drank a little too much Longyang wine.
He took off his clothes and ran around the base.
Meng Qianfeng has never forgotten that eye-catching scene.
And soon, Yang Haoran will make the same mistake again.
Hahaha, by the way, there is a camera in my room.
After a while, be sure to record this scene carefully and keep it forever!
I still want to use my status as a master uncle to suppress myself. Damn!
Now that you have the handle, let’s see how shameless you will be in calling yourself a master in the future.
While Meng Qianfeng was thinking wildly in excitement, Yang Haoran had already taken no less than two sips.
The wine gourd has not yet been removed from Yang Haoran's mouth.
The luster in Meng Qianfeng's eyes became more and more active, and he looked at Yang Haoran with wide eyes.
"Uncle Master, it will be effective only if you drink a little more.
You must not be reluctant to let go, I, Meng Qianfeng, am not a stingy person."
Meng Qianfeng persuaded him to drink in a soft voice, for fear that Yang Haoran would stop there.
But it was obvious that Meng Qianfeng was thinking a little too much.
Yang Haoran had no intention of stopping, and Longyang wine was flowing into his stomach continuously.
Meng Qianfeng became more and more excited and was ready to jump up and go into the house to get the camera.
But soon, Meng Qianfeng noticed something was not quite right.
Yang Haoran didn't drink it one sip at a time. He just poured it directly into his stomach.
There was no interruption at all. In such a short time, at least one third of the wine had been drank by Yang Haoran.
Meng Qianfeng's expression changed, and he, who was originally very excited, felt a little thump in his heart.
He wanted to see if Yang Haoran's joke was true.
But if he really drank Yang Haoran to death, then he would have a bad conscience!
"Uncle Master, this wine is a great tonic, don't drink too much!
That's enough, it's time to stop!"
Li Weiwei looked at Meng Qianfeng in surprise, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Why does this guy talk and act so upside down?
Just now, you were worried that Yang Haoran would drink less, but now you are reluctant to let it go?
It turns out that the Dragon King is just like ordinary people and can be stingy!
Thinking of this, Li Weiwei looked at Meng Qianfeng with a bit of contempt in her eyes.
How could Meng Qianfeng have the time to pay attention to Li Weiwei's little thoughts at this time.
He was already frightened by Yang Haoran!
Because Yang Haoran has at least drank more than half of the Longyang wine!
If this continues, Yang Haoran will definitely explode and die!
Meng Qianfeng finally couldn't bear it any longer and reached out to grab Yang Haoran's wine gourd.
"No more drinking!"
Yang Haoran seemed to have been prepared. He shrank back suddenly and then stood up.
He smiled at Meng Qianfeng: "What can't you drink? Are you reluctant to part with it?"
Meng Qianfeng became anxious: "You can't drink this wine like this, otherwise you will die!"
Yang Haoran looked displeased: "I think you just can't let it go. Drinking to death is my own business and has nothing to do with you!"
While speaking, Yang Haoran raised the wine gourd again.
Meng Qianfeng was immediately dumbfounded and only heard the grunting sound.
In an instant, Yang Haoran drank a gourd of wine.
"Hahaha, it's really good to drink. It's fun!"
Yang Haoran laughed loudly and threw the empty wine gourd towards Meng Qianfeng.
Meng Qianfeng was stunned and instinctively caught the wine gourd.
His eyes were looking at Yang Haoran motionlessly, and his body was shaking.
He murmured to himself: "It's over, it's over, I'm dead now!
Master, you can’t blame me for this, it’s his own greedy drink.
You two brothers have a good chat when you meet, I didn’t mean it!"
At this moment, Yang Haoran's face suddenly turned red.
The blood vessels on his face also appeared in an instant, looking hideous and terrifying.
Even Yang Haoran's hair stood up like a steel wire.
Li Weiwei was startled at the side: "How could he become like this?"
Meng Qianfeng pulled Li Weiwei back, who was about to approach Yang Haoran.
"Don't go there, he is very dangerous now and has lost his mind!"
"Ouch!"
Yang Haoran let out a howl, and then his body flew high into the sky.
The speed is so fast that it is jaw-dropping.
Then, under the watchful eyes of Meng Qianfeng and Li Weiwei, Yang Haoran turned from the air and plunged down the mountain.
The scene suddenly became quiet, a gust of cold wind blew by, and Li Weiwei shivered.
"Mr. Meng, will Yang Haoran be okay?"
Meng Qianfeng had a dull look on his face, and then he crushed the rock under his feet with his heartbroken foot.
"It's over, dead!
This is a drop of Longyang wine that has not been touched!
Even if I drink like this, I will die!"
Li Weiwei's delicate body trembled and her beautiful face turned pale.
After being stunned for a moment, he desperately chased in the direction where Yang Haoran had just flown.
Meng Qianfeng scratched his head vigorously.
The development of things really exceeded his expectation.
After sighing, he quickly chased after him.
In a patch of grass on the hillside, Li Weiwei looked at Yang Haoran's body, which was already in disrepair.
Crying loudly and heartbroken.
Even though he didn't have a deep relationship with Yang Haoran, the death of Yang Haoran in front of him was too tragic.
It was as if he had swallowed explosives, and all the blood vessels in his body burst.
There is no good place, just a mess of flesh and blood, like a ball of flesh that has rotted for a long time.
As for a face, I couldn't even see it for a long time, and I could even see the white bones.
"Yang Haoran, you died so miserably!
That old bastard Meng Qianfeng was the one who killed you!"
Meng Qianfeng was standing behind Li Weiwei at this moment.
The scene before him also made him dumbfounded.
He really didn't mean it, and he didn't want to do it.
But if you say it now, will anyone believe it?
This chapter has been completed!