Chapter 429: Juvenile taste

The world is rumored that this prince is terribly clean and never eats outside food. Why is it so enjoyable to drink in this broken pub today?
He strode over: "Drinking alone at night is boring. Why not drink a few drinks with me? Would you mind if we fight at the table?"
Asking in his mouth, he was already sitting across from him.
Ji Yunhuang then looked up at him.
Looking at it from such a close distance, he really drank too much, his eyes became red, and he didn't recognize Xi Jue, the prince of Ming Dynasty.
He just raised his hand, raised his glass and said, "Please!"
It seems that he really only needs a drinker, regardless of the sacred side.
As in the past, Xi must have encountered drunk Ji Yunhuang, and he would definitely think of some secrets of the sky country.
But now he has no mood, he just wants to drink.
He filled himself with a glass and said, "Please!"
This wine is an ordinary burning knife, which is bad and spicy. A glass of it goes into the throat. The hot gas rolls down from the esophagus and rushes into the empty stomach, which is hot.
Xi was also a brocade and a foodie since he was a child. He drank a frown when he drank such a wine.
Look at the opposite Ji Yunhuang, but he was happy after drink, one after another, it was not like spirits, but Ganquan.
After a few drinks, he also praised: "Good wine!"
Is this good wine? Xi is absolutely speechless.
He doesn't want to drink such bad wine.
The opposite Ji Yunhuang looked up at him and laughed, "Little brother, you dare not drink this wine? Are you still a man?"
He waved again: "If you don't want to drink, just go!"
Xi Jue ’s teenagers are the most unpopular and immediately sneer: "What is there to dare not drink? I think this wine glass is too small! Drinking is unpleasant. For the shopkeeper, change the big bowl! We use Big bowl fight! "
At first glance, the two grandpas were not provoking characters, so the tavern didn't dare to persuade him, and he changed the bowl for them with a bitter face.
You two, you have a bowl, and I drink it in a bowl.
When you drink too much wine, even the best wine is like boiling water in your mouth.
Of course, even the worst wine is not so bad.
After more than a dozen bowls of wine went down, Xi Jue's eyes were a little dizzy.
"Xue Mo ..." he whispered, only to feel a heart twist.
At first taste of affection, the teenager encountered this kind of continuous and messy thing, so that he didn't know what to do.
The other person suddenly grasped his collar: "No ... you are not allowed to call her name!"
Xi never got upset, and punched him in the fist: "Little Master likes to call, you ... leave me alone!"
"Bang!" With a whistle, he didn't know where he hit the opponent. The man finally let go of his collar, and then punched it!
The two actually hit each other like this.
Both of them were drunk, and naturally there was no way to fight, just like drunks fighting on the street.
You punch me a few punches, I give you a few feet ...
Your hair is messed up and your placket is loose. You punched in and punched each other with a black eye. I kicked you and rolled it in place ...
The tables, chairs and benches in the tavern were filled with mold, and the crackling noise was endless. The tavern owner was bitter, and the two drunk men were so fierce that he could n’t get in,