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5131 Be drunk as soon as you start

"If you don't come out, I won't come out even if I don't come out." After pulling it a few times, James Bo loosened Lu Changsheng's trouser legs, held the table legs tightly with both hands, and said with a firm look on his face.

At this time, the Supreme Elder, who has always been greedy for life and fear of death, showed unprecedented determination.

Not only Lu Changsheng, the other elders were almost crying. It was embarrassing that the Xuangang Sect's face was completely discouraged by this Supreme Elder.

"The great worship, the shrimp cannot be resurrected after death. You are mourning." Next to him, several guest worshipers also came to Sima Batian and advised earnestly.

"My shrimp, my shrimp, I finally found such a prehistoric alien species. I was originally pointing at it to support me in my old age. Who knew that the white-haired man sent a black-haired man, I don't want to live anymore, I don't want to live anymore!"

It would be fine if they didn't comfort them, but when they comforted them, Sima Batian beat his chest and stamped his feet, and cried even more emotionally.

"It's not that the white-haired person gives away the black-haired person, but what you are sending is shrimp." A guest official couldn't help but remind.

"Who said that it was a shrimp? That was called a qiu... a qiu shrimp, a qiu shrimp with the blood of the dragon clan. My qiu shrimp... Bang!" Sima Batian sobbed and defended two sentences. When talking about the blood of the dragon clan, he mentioned it.

, I couldn't help but feel sad from my heart, and I shouted loudly, hitting my head against the wall.

With the muffled sound, the entire banquet living room vibrated.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..." Of course, it was impossible for a strong man in the realm of the Emperor Saint to be killed so easily. Sima Batian, who was extremely sad, did not give up. He hit the wall like a chicken pecking at rice.

On the way, there were also a cry of sorrow from his mouth: "My shrimp, my shrimp..."

"The great worshiper is mourning, mourning." Several other guest worshipers were shocked and quickly reached out to grab him.

However, compared to James Bob, Sima Batian's strength was obviously better. As soon as they started to be drunk, they could not control him.

"I don't want to live anymore, don't stop me, let me die, let me die." Sima Batian continued to scream while hitting the wall "bang bang bang bang".

The banquet living room was in chaos, and everyone was exhausted and worried by the two old men who started drinking.

However, the disciples who were waiting beside him were smart. Seeing that the situation was not good, they quickly went to the kitchen to bring the sobering soup. However, the intoxicating spirit of the holy heart was not resolved by ordinary sobering soup. They forced the sobering soup and the Supreme Elder

There was no sign of awakening, and he still hugged the table legs in fear, refusing to come out. The envoy burst into tears like rain, and he rolled on the wall and cried even more tragically.

Next to him, Gu Fenghua had already seen a cold sweat. Today he realized that it was so terrible for people to start drunk. In comparison, the performance of the three naughty children was actually very good.

She caused the trouble. Of course, she couldn't stand by and watch the fun all the time, so she decisively took out the golden needle. She was afraid there was no way to relieve the wine. She didn't prepare a special relief pill, so she could only seal their blood first.

The soul let them have a good sleep. When they wake up, they probably should have woken up with alcohol.

"Ah...oh...ah...oh...oh!" Suddenly, a familiar melody came to my ears.

Gu Fenghua's whole body shook, his scalp became numb in an instant, and his hands shook violently, and the golden needle almost fell to the ground.

Lu Changsheng and others who were about to drag the Supreme Elder out from under the table were like lightning strikes, and they all stood on the spot.

Several guest worshippers who were comforting Sima Batian kept their mouths at the same time, as if they had been banned from speaking.

The two drunkards suddenly became quiet, and the entire banquet living room was silent.


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