"Uh... OK."

The demon fog rises in the presiding palace.

Under the fog, Sun Wutian was like a demon who moved the sky, silently carrying the desk and lounge chair, and together with the two strangely shaped ones on it, he sent it to Yan Nan.

Night.

The leaders were all shocked!

Looking at a messy desk, lying on the desk, legs hanging on one side and head hanging on the other side, night demons who didn't know what to do.

Both hands were also stretched back and drooping.

Occasionally, a stream of alcohol came out of his mouth with snoring.

On the other side, there was a shaking recliner. A man in a nightgown was lying on it, with a long white legs exposed, but his head was not visible.

Because there was a wine jar on his head, the man's head was sleeping soundly in the wine jar.

The lounge chair sways slowly, and the wine jar sways slightly...

Yan Nan, Chen Gu, Yu Hanyan, Wu Xiao... were all shocked!

The four people stared at the scene with their eyes, their muscles spasms on their faces. Eight eyeballs almost flew out.

Xiang Beidou and Xiong Jiang both woke up. When they saw this situation, they suddenly widened their eyes: "I'm a grass!"

"Is this... Night Demon?"

Xiong Jiang pointed at the drooping bearded pussy on both sides and recognized it, then looked at the other one with a confused look: "Who is this?"

"Feng Yun!"

Chen Gu rubbed his face hard with his hands.

Shake your head and look at it again. I want to confirm whether this is Feng Yun, the young leader of Feng Yun, who is gentle and elegant, who is resourceful and unchanging in the sky.

Wu Xiao looked at Feng Yun's big white legs and suddenly had a whim: "Fifth brother, don't say it, don't say it. Feng Yun's head is now covered by a wine jar, and he can't tell the difference between men and women, but just looking at this leg... tsk, tsk, it actually makes people have a lot of ideas."

Yu Hanyan squinted his eyes: "What? Just this leg can you play for a year?"

"I'm...don't say that."

Wu Xiao's face changed.

"Shut up!"

Chen Gu was angry. This was his son-in-law.

Yan Nan's muscles twitched, and he turned his head speechlessly to look at Sun Wutian next to him: "It's all drunk like this... It's OK if you send it tomorrow..."

Sun Wutian: "I strictly implement your orders."

“…”

Yan Nan sighed silently.

This is so ecstatic.

The Hanyan Smoke's spiritual energy was dissipated. I checked it carefully and couldn't help but sigh: "I really know how to play. These two people used heavy techniques to seal the other party's cultivation... I was afraid that the other party would use even a little bit of cultivation to relieve the wine. The seal was so terrible..."

Yan Nan said with a dark face: "You have investigated the spiritual energy, why don't you wake them up?"

"Mainly I want to watch it for a while..."

Yu Hanyan sighed: "The wise, smart and gentle Feng Yun, the Night Demon who killed people like terrifying flames, is probably the only time in his life. Even we have to cherish this opportunity."

This caused a burst of hilariousness.

But everyone admitted: This is probably the only time these two people have in their lives!

There will definitely be no next time like this scene in the future.

"It should be that the interrogation of Feng Wu has stimulated these two people very much, or it has stimulated Feng Yun very much, so..."

Chen Gu frowned and said.

"Relieve the ban on cultivation."

Yan Nan sighed.

He guessed it out, too.

Chen Gu’s two finger winds popped out, hitting the Dantian, and untie the cultivation restriction.

Both of them are highly skilled practitioners. If the restrictions are unraveled, the internal exercises will naturally run automatically, evaporating alcohol.

The whole body was filled with fog.

Suddenly, the entire temple of the sect leader had a strong smell, and it was as fragrant as a tavern.

"Old Sun, I did a good job this time."

Xiang Beidou and Xiongjiang were no longer sleepy and praised warmly: "At this time, we need this kind of thing to raise our spirits."

The smell of alcohol is spreading more and more.

Feng Yun's head was sealed in the wine jar, and suddenly whispered, with pride: "Ye Demon! Are you...got you... convinced?!"

Because it was still lying in the wine jar, the sound was dull and weird.

Several people looked at each other.

After another moment, the night demon drooping on both sides finally moaned: "Oh...I...grass..."

After half a quarter of an hour, Ye Mo finally moaned in pain: "Hey... it hurts..."

Both hands also began to try to grab something, and Feng Yun also began to curl up his legs, feeling uneasy. He waved one hand and murmured: "What?"

Ye Demon's body was squirming and rolling like a bug, finally...

With a loud bang, he fell to the ground with his head: "Ah!!"

A scream of miserableness.

At the same time, the jar of wine on Feng Yun's head also fell to the ground with a bang, and it fell into several pieces.

Feng Yun shook his head and sat up from the recliner: "Who...who put this thing on my head..."

Rub your eyes with both hands.

On the other side, Fang Che had woken up a little in the severe pain. He rolled over and supported the ground with both hands, shook his feet, and fell heavily to the ground halfway up.

But my eyes finally opened.

I was confused and felt something was wrong. Why were there a few people's feet in front of me? How many people were watching in front of me?

Suddenly, he was shocked, and his cultivation level suddenly moved rapidly. The rich smell of alcohol stormed out, and he breathed evenly.

Under the gaze of several deputy chief leaders, the boy was able to support the ground with both hands. Although his posture was still twisted and unchanged, the quietly changing fingers and toes were already fully prepared to take action.

Then the body degenerated into a afterimage, changing more than a dozen directions in succession, and the knife was already in hand.

Eight ways to fight at night.

Look up.

At first glance, I saw the look of the old demons such as Yan Nan and others watching the show.

Fang Che's eyes were stunned for a moment.

The brain was blank.

This...what is going on?

With a clang, a knife fell to the ground.

At first glance, I saw Feng Yun still shaking his head.

He rushed over, endured his still swollen head, and pushed Feng Yun hard, and then the spiritual energy rushed in: "Wake up! Wake up!"

Feng Yun laughed with his eyes sleepy and said, "I'll ask you, are you convinced? Just your alcohol tolerance, fight with me? Ye Demon, I tell you... you are still too young!"

"Yes, yes, you're too right, I'm too tender... You can open your eyes!"

Fang Shan was sweating.

I woke up faster when I was drinking.

After a moment.

The two of them stood dejectedly in front of the six deputy chief leaders and Sun Wutian like two defeated roosters.

Fang Che is still stronger. Although his clothes are a little dirty, they are still wearing them after all.

Feng Yun was in trouble, with a nightgown all over his body.

Both of them were barefoot, where did their shoes come from? Forgot.

Their heads were drooping deeply, and their heads were still swollen. They were working hard to circulate their spiritual energy, so that the alcohol in their bodies would evaporate faster, faster...

His whole body was pouring out, like two cigarettes.

Yan Nan twisted his face, took a deep breath, but sucked in a strong smell of wine, and couldn't help but grin: "How much did you drink?"
To be continued...