"Dad, I'm back."

With a "bang", Fatty Wang knelt down respectfully and kowtowed to the old man who was obviously taller, fatter and stronger than him, not caring about the soil on the ground and the crowd peeping in the distant corner.

It is rare to see the fat man so serious and pious, Liu Ying naturally dared not neglect. He stretched out his arms and fists, bowed 90 degrees seriously, and then greeted him honestly:

"Hello Shibo."

The fat old man did not look up, but still lowered his head to mend what he had on his hands. The clothes-style objects were sandwiched in the fat layer on his belly, and he couldn't see what it was. Compared with his fingers as thick as radish, the small embroidery needle was almost gone.

Fatty Wang lay in the mud tremblingly and did not dare to get up. Liu Ying also kept bowing, and was muttering in her heart, and the premonition of unknowns became stronger and stronger.

"I have earned a few points this time and I have returned? Have you ever found any gadgets worth watching? As for things like merit, I don't expect you to be fat."

After a while, a sarcastic sound came from the old man who was burying his head and sewing it.

When he heard this cold question, Fatty Wang looked overjoyed, as if he had received great care:

"Report to my dad, Xiaopang didn't have time to make money when he went out this time, but he made a good friend, he..."

"Shut up!"

The old man roared angrily and finally raised his head, his face that was supposed to be honest and simple was full of hideous distortion:

"Bao! Didn't make money? Why are you coming back? Come back and eat me! Don't have time to make money? You don't have the ability to make money! What are you capable of raising a pig? Raising a pig is more useful than you! You are more friends! Just because you are a pig-like person who makes money? Who makes friends with you? Those wine and meat lovers also have the attitude to bring it to me? Are you here to make a living again?"

The sarcastic words were sarcastic and sarcastic, penetrated the eardrums, and Fatty Wang looked obedient and listened to the lecture. Liu Ying raised her eyebrows and slowly stood up straight.

With his arms wrapped around his chest, Liu Ying's eyes slanted to the fat man's gloomy rolling eyes, one was gloomy and the other was cold, and it seemed like a thunder blew up in the air. After a few trances, Liu Ying and the old man's eyes changed.

Liu Ying put down her arms again and stood up straight. The fat father's anger miraculously disappeared.

"Xiao Pang, come and introduce your friend to me."

The fat father still didn't get up, but finally put down the clothes sewn on his hands, thrust his hunched back, and sat up straight, instantly revealing the luxurious "being" of Maitreya Buddha and the luxurious body frame with half-body.

"Hey." Fatty Wang responded quickly, and was about to speak, but Liu Ying grabbed the conversation and took the initiative to answer the conversation.

"I dare not have any labor, oh no, the elder asked, in Xia Liuying, I just arrived at Jialanxing, I have no ability, no power, no backstage, and I am purely a three-no-san."

Fatty Wang was shocked and touched his big head helplessly, not understanding how Liu Ying spoke in such a tone.

Liu Ying felt the terrifying mood of Fatty Wang beside him, turned to look at him, shrugging indifferently. He was a slut, neither asking for help nor owing others, so he naturally could not feel the mountain pressure of Fatty.

But unexpectedly, his stupid and humble image seemed to make the fat father even more upset.

"Hmph! I'm still self-aware, I have no ability, no power, no backstage, and such a cowardly waste, so I can't measure the courage and drink, but this man has no three qualities. What's the three qualities? It's just six qualities!"

"Oh," Liu Ying looked up and down at the old man like a mountain who was sitting almost level with his chest, smiling silly, "You are the best in the world with this belly. I can't really rob you of the name of 'fried bag'."

Continuing to touch his chin, Liu Ying smiled maliciously: "God is not like this, but I've never been afraid of anyone!"

"Okay," the fat father looked gloomy and ignored Liu Ying's deliberate misinterpretation of the word "measurement" and Yan Feng, who turned around and called himself a "farm bucket". He waved his hand and lifted a jar from where he slapped the mouth of the seal. A tragic smell of alcohol from the rich incense suddenly drifted away in the air.

Two vulgar and short-cut sea bowls were thrown on the ground, and about one pound of pure wine was poured into the shaking hands. The wine was transparent and clearer than a clear spring. Not only did there be no impurities, but the smell of wine just now was calm and there was no leakage.

Liu Ying was excited, "Gudong", and "Gudong" swallowed at the same time, and she was in a state of discomfort with the fat man.

The fat man's eyes were open like a stone drum, his hands tremblingly grasped his thighs, trying to control his desire to reach out.

Liu Ying was not so unyielding. She sat down cross-legged without any hesitation, reached out to hold a bowl, gently touched the edge of another large bowl, and poured it into her mouth.

Thick in the mouth, pure and sweet;

The wine goes down the throat, and wherever it goes, it is like flowers blooming, full of spring;

But before it even entered the stomach, it suddenly turned into spring thunder and shocked the sky, exploding eight doors!

Liu Ying shivered several times uncontrollably, and her goose bumps suddenly became all over her face and her skin was instantly red and pink. A shocking wine spurted out, immediately shaking and shaking.

The fat father sneered contemptuously, and he raised his head and finished his sip. After a while, he made a drink with satisfaction, and raised his hand again to fill two bowls of sea bowls.

I cherished it and put the empty wine jar aside. My fat face was covered with hypocritical vulgarity: "Why, this little hero, have you never drunk it? Is this fairy wine okay? Don't spit it out, tell you, it's precious. I just have a lot of money. As long as you have the courage, I will take care of you today! But there is one thing, if you dare to spit out, I will want you to lick it back!"

Speaking of the latter, the fat father's voice became more and more sharp and harsh. After tilting his head back and finishing a bowl, he exhaled a long breath of turbid air, looked at Liu Ying with his squint eyes, waiting for him to make a fool of himself.

Fatty Wang kept looking at his father and Liu Ying repeatedly, carefully observing his father's face. He couldn't bear to look at Liu Ying, who was obviously drunk and drowsy, but he was so timid that he did not dare to do any unnecessary movements.

There were some people who like to drink in the military camp. Liu Ying practiced the beating since childhood, and her physical fitness was different from that of ordinary people, so her alcohol tolerance seemed even more outstanding.

These days, after being influenced by two thousand kilograms of good wine in foreign lands, it is definitely a rare match for drinking.

But under this nameless spirit that seems to be ordinary and cool, but is actually a hundred times stronger than the crane red, I am really drunk!

My brain is dizzy, my consciousness is confused, my whole body is soft and dazed, my head seems to have expanded countless times, and the feeling of uproaring withdrawal is accompanied by indescribable pleasure repeatedly.

The old man in front of him was still chattering and mocking, his annoying fat face, his squinted eyes grew bigger and bigger, and he became more annoying as he looked at it.

Liu Ying really wanted to use Duan Yu's six-merid magic sword, turn alcohol into sword energy, and shoot out from his fingers, and spray the old man in the market who treats his son as a money tree.

Duan Yu? Six-Meridian Divine Sword?

Liu Ying's swelling and chaotic brain seemed to have grasped some inspiration. Before she could react, her internal breath, which had been hard for more than ten years of hard work, had spontaneously started to work.

The inner breath runs at all times according to the "beating skills" line, endlessly, which is already as natural as Liu Ying's breathing.

At this time, I deliberately guided it, but there was no big difference. The three words "no difference" flashed in my drowsy brain, and my stomach was bloated and uncomfortable, and I had subconsciously switched to the physical and functional techniques of "eating" and "not bad".

The "undestructible" practice requires a lot of heaven and earth vitality and meticulous skill in trample stone penetration. Liu Ying has experienced so many chances and has not yet been able to penetrate the first layer into the whole body.

After being seriously injured by the cluster cannon of a warship last time, the countless holes in the chest and abdomen only had flesh and blood, and did not repair the layer of "not broken" gold wire intact.

At this time, the thoughts were moving, and I was surprised to find that countless thick and dense heaven and earth vital energy were purified and transformed from the "wine" in the stomach, irrigating into the "undestructible" gap, and rushed in!

After a few breaths in a daze, Liu Ying's brain was cleared and realized it later: it turned out that what "drunk" him was not "alcohol", but "rich" and "pure" like drunken oxygen!

I don’t know what method the fat father used to condense the rich and pure heaven and earth vital energy into liquid, turning it into wine!

I thought hard and carefully studied the "Eating and Practicing the Kung Fu". I relied on eating heavenly treasures to speed up my practice. I felt like I had a thousand miles a day and was still a little complacent. But I didn't know that the fat father was the real master of this. Not only did he absorb the martial arts skills a hundred times better than himself, but he could also practice the heaven and earth into wine, unite man and self-sufficient!

If I hadn't practiced some basic skills by mistake, if I hadn't had my physical fitness, if I hadn't been quite strong, if I hadn't had my spontaneous muscle memory that had passed through the command of the brain, I would have been "drunk" and "suffered" directly!

On one hand, he was very afraid, but he was greedy! Liu Ying's eyes reappeared in a clear light and immediately moved to the sea bowl. He picked up the "Gulu Gulu" and drank down, fearing that the fat father, who was stingy and greedy for money, would regret it!

The fat father looked at the shaky boy in amazement and swallowed a bowl of "yuan liquid" again, and then panted and shook it harder, but he couldn't bear it.

Anger arises from the heart, and evil arises to the courage!

He took out a jar of "yuan liquid" and played with this kid who was looking for death. He gloatingly looked at Liu Ying's trembling hands, shaking his head, and painful face. He stared at the madman who was about to fall to the ground and die of drunkenness in the next second!

One bowl after another, one jar after another!

Before they knew it, when they felt that it was empty behind them, the five jars of "yuan liquid" stored in the cellar had been "divided" by the two of them!

The fat father was surging all over his body, and the fat body that was practiced by the secret technique was trembling violently, and he was almost unable to control the accumulation of heaven and earth energy in his abdomen.

Looking up, Liu Ying on the opposite side was like cooked shrimps, red and shiny!

The steam coming out of the head can be used to boil eggs, and the eyes have lost their focal length and there is no sign of the rolling eye kernel at all.

But that's it. This hateful boy was still shaking and shaking, as if he would fall to the ground and die of drunkenness after taking another sip, but he just kept it to death!

So annoying!

Too hateful!
Chapter completed!