Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 937: The Eight Gates Banners
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1157- End of the street
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 10.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 612: Allowing It Once or Twice
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 315: Will
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 237: Good Things
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1156- Competition Speed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 936: A Struggle of Dao Orthodoxies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1155- Splitting unhappily
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 9
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 611: Old Friends Don't Meet Often
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 236: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 314: What Kind of Kids Do You Teach?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1154- Not willing to accept being managed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 935: Release
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1153- Plant Master
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 8
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 610: Since Time Immemorial, the World Doesn't Change
Chapter 161 - Grandfather!
Translator: Wiwbiwb
Editor: Levs
“Okay, then I’ll take one too. It’s only exciting when a lot of people drink together.”
“That’s right, that’s right. The more people there are, the better the alcohol tastes. Count me in.”
“Me too, me too.”
“Since everyone is standing up, then how could I sit?”
Not long later, a majority of the men stood.
They didn’t know about Fang Zhi Ming and his crew’s plan to get Qin Feng drunk. They thought to themselves, “These brats sure are sneaky. There are only five bottles of Maotai on the table, so they’re using the excuse of drinking together and heating up the atmosphere to have a couple more sips of it?
You think I’m stupid? I’ll stand and drink with you all. Don’t think you can cheat me in the slightest.
When Zhao Bin and Liu Ming saw how many people stood, their expressions darkened. They thought to themselves: “Is it easy for me to kiss ass? Why are you all standing up and blindly joining in?”
Qin Feng smiled as his gaze swept over the group. He asked: “You all want to compete? So whoever stops drinking first will be the grandson and will have to call the other person ‘Grandfather’?”
“That’s right, whoever stops drinking first will be the grandson and will have to call the other person ‘Grandfather.’” The group shouted in unison.
They muttered to themselves: “Don’t think that yelling arrogant lies will scare your big brother. Your big brother was raised by this kind of scaring.”
“Alright, then let us begin. Everyone drink a bottle first.” Qin Feng cut to the chase and took the lead. He picked up an unopened bottle of 53° Maotai, tore its seal, opened the cap, threw his head back, and began to drink it in large gulps.
His body was as straight as a javelin. He stepped on the chair with one foot, lifted his head, placed the bottle of Maotai to his lips, and poured all of the mellow and rich liquor straight down his throat.
Though Qin Feng stood there silently, he exuded an air of boundless heroism. His movements were tyrannical and impressive. The liquor was directly i
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