Huo Yichen turned around and saw Ji Siwen's drunken face.
"Not interested..."
Before he finished speaking the interesting word, a strong wind blew towards his face!
Huo Yichen's eyes sharpened and he flashed the punch to the right of his head.
"Hey, little brother, you're pretty good at it!" The drunken voice said, before the words could even be finished, another punch came.
"Boom!" Huo Yichen dodged sideways and hit the wooden table hard with his fist, causing the tabletop to shatter.
"Come on, come on! Let's keep playing!" Ji Siwen's eyes lit up when he saw Huo Yichen dodge two moves in a row.
Although he was drunk, not only did his fighting power not decrease, but he was like a runaway husky that couldn't be pulled back.
He turned around with a smile and hit Huo Yichen again.
The last bit of patience disappeared from Huo Yichen's eyes.
Thin and terrifying purple thunder and lightning struck Ji Siwen like a small snake.
Ji Siwen's whole body trembled, and a feeling of numbness instantly spread throughout his body.
Huo Yichen glanced at Yun Qingyan for advice.
"Remember to save your life." Yun Qingyan said calmly.
Suddenly, I remembered something, "Don't be too harsh."
The second round of competition is about to begin, so don’t cripple anyone...
Fatty Yu, who had not drank, was lying on the table shivering. Fortunately, he was not good at drinking.
However... the poor little fat man forgot that there was another alcoholic.
Nie Zhao has always been a good drinker, and this time he drank the most. He was already half drunk and half awake.
The powerful Vice President Nie raised Big Fatty Yu with one hand and said with a hint of alcohol in his voice, "Come on, come on! Little Fatty, I'm happy today.
I’ll give you extra training! Private training! No one else can come if they want it! "
The little fat man was lifted up by Nie Zhao with one hand, struggling with his limbs, and said in a shrill voice, "No! No! Vice President Nie! I don't want extra training!"
Nie Zhao's drunken footsteps paused.
The fat man's face was filled with joy. Is the vice-dean so easy to talk to today? I plan to let him go.
I saw Nie Zhao lifting him up with one hand, and the weight of one or two hundred kilograms was easily lifted in his hands.
He asked Big Fatty Yu to look at him. His face, which was as red as a monkey's butt due to alcohol, was full of displeasure. His sharp eyes narrowed, "Little fat man, are you looking down on me?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, a strong smell of alcohol sprayed into the fat man's face, making him dizzy and unable to react for a moment.
"Very good! How dare you look down on me!
Let me see what kind of toughness you are today! How dare you look down on me, the gold medal instructor of Shengyuan Continent! "
Nie Zhao changed the name to a drag, and carried Yu Dapang away with an angry look on his face.
"Help!"
"Sister Yun, help me!" Big Fatty struggled hard and hugged a bamboo on the road tightly.
"Crack!" Under Nie Zhao's tug, the bamboo he was holding broke in response...
"I do not want!!"
The shrill howl sounded particularly miserable in the night.
In the entire messy courtyard, only Yun Qingyan and Baili Qingxue were still sitting on chairs.
When everyone had a good time drinking before, neither of them drank.
"Qingyan, I'll take you back..." Seeing the miserable Yu Dapang being dragged away alive by Nie Zhao, Baili Qingxue turned to look at Yun Qingyan.
As soon as he looked at it, his pupils shrank.
The girl who was slightly drunk didn't know when she picked up the last pot of spiritual wine on the table and poured it into the wine glass, one glass after another, with a leisurely and lazy posture.
A layer of dark red appeared on that delicate and beautiful little face, like the peach blossoms in March. It was so gorgeous, so lazy and charming that Baili Qingxue couldn't move her eyes away for a moment, and she was stunned for two seconds before she looked back. God comes.
(End of chapter)