Wei Tianxing bared his teeth, "I want the three of you to stack up together!"
"Betting on ten altars of colorful snake king wine. The top 23S. The fastest update."
"Okay...wait a minute, you three are useless, and you still want to work together to trick me, Fatty?"
Wen Zhongjiu looked back with a wry smile,
"I just said this old guy will definitely not be fooled."
Sister Xingxing has a hairy face,
"I prefer direct confrontation, tsk. It's a pity that Zhao Er is not here. Seeing his sexy little butt, my combat effectiveness can be improved by at least three levels."
Refreshing the wine road,
"Then, Ali, you go with Sister Xingxing, so I'll just go with myself and go with this fat guy."
Wei Tianxing sneered,
"The greatest skater in the world, Qingyu, come here, come here, let your Uncle Wen see our skills."
Wei Qingyu walked Nana out of the house, with a pretty face and posture, long legs and thin waist, bulging forward and backward, like a colorful cloud walking on the horizon.
Lin Chou quickly lowered his head.
emmm, as of now, Sister Qingyu’s skills are overwhelming.
If you don't even know how to play ball, how can you talk about your skills?
When Wei Qingyu and Sister Xingxing stood together, one looked like an un-evolved orc, and the other looked like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world.
"I..."
"People..."
Wow, these two people are completely different in their style of painting, but they can still chat happily.
Wei Tianxing secretly poked Lin Chou and pointed at the pile of charcoal ash.
"Boy Lin, when will those down there be ready?"
"About an hour."
"Don't make any noise. When I return in triumph, Fat Master, these yellow clay pigeons will be just in time to host a celebration banquet."
"..."
Wei Tianxing laughed loudly,
"Young man named Wen, please accept your fate and tell me, what is the bet?"
"Didn't I just say that, how about ten jars of five-color snake king wine?"
"Okay!" Wei Tianxing agreed immediately.
"Best of five games?"
"Can."
Wen Chongjiu turned around and asked, "Do you agree?"
Sister Xingxing thanked her.
Wen Chongjiu said again, "Alle, I'm asking you, please don't hold back and say nothing."
Ali nodded, and every strand of his beard said seriousness,
"Be careful what you say, it will hurt your anger."
"..."
Wen Chongjiu murmured in his heart, "We haven't even competed yet, so why do we feel like we've lost more than half of them first?"
As soon as they saw that several big figures were about to take the stage, everyone quickly gave up their seats and became qualified audiences.
"Come on, who will kick off first?"
Warm and heavy wine is like a humble gentleman,
"It has been said since ancient times that ladies come first, Qingyu comes first."
Wei Tianxing snorted,
"I guess you know the truth, Qingyu, you can open it."
Wei Qingyu stepped forward, bowed and stretched out his arms, his beautiful curves and appearance silenced the audience.
"cough!"
"Ahem!"
A series of coughs.
Wen Zhongjiu looked away as if nothing had happened, and Fatty Wei pretended not to see the gesture of wiping his neck with a cold snort.
Wei Tianxing pursed his lips viciously,
"Single old dog, do you dare to take another look at me?"
Wen Chongjiu said nothing, his mind wandering, and the situation was quite embarrassing for a time.
I peeked at my old friend's daughter and was actually caught.
He is as thick-skinned as a scholar, and even though he is a heavy drinker, he is a bit embarrassed.
"Click."
There was a crisp sound of hitting the ball, and fifteen balls rolled back and forth on the table.
Two consecutive sounds of bag falling,
"Number six, number two."
Wen Zhongjiu smiled slightly and was as indifferent as water,
"Hey, you're lucky."
"Snapped."
"tenth."
"Well..."
"Snapped."
"twelve."
Wen Chongjiu's expression changed a little. This situation seemed a bit unfavorable.
Eight-ball is the most commonly used game in streets and bars, and it is very simple.
But when it comes to skills, almost all evolvers are not even a little bit worse than those playboys who came during the day.
Without him, just because you are not familiar with your hands, how can an evolved person have the free time to spend time on the table every day?
If a black man can't make a profit for 8 hours, that's no big deal.
Otherwise, we wouldn’t have to go to the dark side when the date comes, because we’re afraid of being too embarrassed.
"Snapped."
"Snapped."
Wen Chongjiu panicked, "Wait a minute, wait a minute! Lao Wei, you are so unreasonable, how come you can play Qing Yu Qiu so well?"
Wei Tianxing laughed and said nothing.
Sister Xingxing suddenly said,
"Oh, I remember, there is a score record in the Color Bar with Qingyu's name on it. It seems to be...a hundred and forty points?"
"Snooker?"
"Yes, it's snooker."
Wen Chongjiu almost fainted on the spot, and asked cautiously, "Qingyu, you...are you 140 points?"
Wei Qingyu smiled sweetly,
"seven."
Bang, black 8 falls into the pocket.
...
“Pour the wine!!”
"Okay, okay."
"Fall again!!"
"good..."
"Again..."
"Wen Zhongjiu! Are you going a little too far?"
Wen Chongjiu stared at his eyes and pointed at his nose, "I'm going too far! I'm going too far?"
"Fat Wei, doesn't your conscience hurt?"
"One hundred and forty-seven points! One stroke to clear the table! You are not going too far if you let someone with such skill ravage us novices who have never even touched a club a few times??"
"Crack."
and said,
"Well, Lin Zi, the taste of your pigeon is simply perfect. The skin is crispy and the meat is tender, especially the part between the meat under the skin. Tsk tsk, there is actually juice. When you bite it, it feels like it will splash all over your mouth. I can't be more satisfied."
Ten jars of Snake King Wine were lined up on the ground beside Wei Tianxing, four of which had been opened. The aroma of the wine was so strong that it was like mist flowing along the mouth of the jar and spreading along the ground.
I shook my head hard and realized that there was no fog at all. Everything was an illusion, but the aroma of the wine was still the same.
There were six expensive homing pigeons, three were smoked and three were roasted with clay. Wei Tianxing didn't even catch a pigeon leg. He had to pay the price for his "crime".
Wen Zhongjiu pinched the pigeon's thin leg bones and picked off the last bit of meat.
"Fat Wei, I didn't expect that Wen Zhongjiu, I really didn't expect that you would be this kind of person?"
"If I had come a little later, wouldn't I have been able to see even a pigeon feather? You actually want to hide your secrets... The most annoying thing is that you actually let Qingyu plot against you even though you had already promised to be a black man.
us?!"
Wei Tianxing said aggrievedly,
"You were obviously the one who started the trouble, so why are you blaming me?"
"Do you know that I am playing hard to get? I will paralyze them mentally, and then you and I will take down Xingxing and Ali in one fell swoop..."
Sister Xingxing and Ali stared at each other,
"Haha, you deserve it. You bought ten jars of wine."
Wen Zhongjiu had a bitter look on his face and shouted to Lin Chou,
"If I sell a thousand jars of wine, I can't even pay for one jar of wine like yours. This time I'll make a huge loss."
Wei Tianxing snorted,
"If you want to take something first, you must give it first."
Wen Chongjiu was stunned for a long time,
"Old Wei, you are swollen."
Wei Qingyu chuckled and said,
"My dad is not inflated, he just blew up."
Wei Tianxing patted his belly,
"The Prime Minister's belly can hold a boat, how can you, a small-bellied person, be able to compare... It's just ten jars of wine, look at how distressed your Uncle Wen is, he almost cried."