Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
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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