Vol 12 Chapter 232: Stewed Snake Soup

For a while, Mu Lin and the others looked at Zhang Chulan who was constantly patting the table, especially Mu Lin, covering his face and shook his head, yeah, it's a shame, I really shouldn't give it to him. Good drink, this wine is no one.
"Hey! I will definitely not eat with him in the future!" Wang also said to Zhuge Qing who was on the side with black lines on his forehead. Zhuge Qing glanced at Zhang Chulan, nodded in agreement, and deeply agreed.
'boom! ’
Mu Lin's private room door was violently pushed open again from the outside, and the fat and brawny man just now walked in proudly, looking at Mu Lin and them viciously, looking very arrogant: "Little Damn! I see where you run, you dare to provoke Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu will let you taste it!" Continue to focus on Bao Bao Feng, directly ignoring the two of Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing: "Huh! Just cut you down. A few brave boys, that little girl, still belongs to Lao Tzu!" Behind this fat-headed man, there was a group of about eight or nine people who looked scornful.
Mu Lin did not speak, but looked at the fat man with big ears coldly. To be honest, if the fat man just quarreled with them, if he left like this, it would be fine, but now he is bothering him again. It's really unbearable.
"Fuck~! Oh, I'm going, I'm so violent~! Who is causing trouble!? See if I don't cut him!!" Zhang Chulan, who was already mad, was so quarrelsome by them, she patted the table again and started drinking that fat man He stood up, stood up and leaned to the fat man's side, with his head on the fat man's forehead, basically almost touching his face, so he said with a vicious look, "Huh!? That's you, the fat pig." Want to cause trouble! You dare to provoke me, Brother Lin, don't you want to live!" While talking, Fu Xingzi directly sprayed the fat man across the face.
The fat man almost fainted Zhang Chulan's mouth with the smell of wine, pushed him away, wiped the saliva on his face, wiped it with his own sleeve, and was furious: "Hey, do you want to die kid! Fuck him to Laozi~! Give it to me!" Leaning over, pretending to be at the group of people behind him, pointing to Zhang Chulan and shouting!
As the fat man's words fell, the men behind him all came in one after another, copying the guys in their hands, um, bench legs or something, pity those stools. They all rushed in, waved the stool legs in their hands, and rushed towards Mu Lin and the others. It’s also because this private room is a bit bigger. After all, it’s a big hotel. The room is big and of course expensive. But for Wang Ye’s family conditions and the dining expenses of a big hotel, it’s really a piece of cake.
"Bang~! ’
With a crisp sound, a figure fell to the ground. It turned out that Zhang Chulan watched a group of people rushing in. He didn't care who was in a daze. He picked up the wine bottle on the side table, caught a person nearby, and smashed the bottle on the person's forehead. go with. -·
The glass shattered to the ground, and the man was also bled on his forehead by Zhang Chulan, and he passed out. Of course, this level of fighting, plus Zhang Chulan didn't use the qi at all, it was just pure strength, and it bleeds a little blood. That fainted directly watching the blood he shed, and he was afraid it was a strange thing. .
Of course, this is just one of them. Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing were not idle either. They looked at each other and smiled at the corners of their mouths. They really hadn’t done a gang fight like this for a long time. They raised the wine bottles around them one after another. Avoiding the legs of the stool that waved towards them, a wine bottle smashed on the heads of the two people, instantly eliminating them. Then he grabbed the other person and began to hammer.
Among them, Bao Bao Feng was the most proficient in fighting, and he swiftly moved across the crowd. From time to time, someone was directly removed by her arms or the bones of the hands and feet.
Mu Lin had been sitting there all the time, the old was drinking, just like a boss, although his strength was stronger than them. However, Mu Lin was not interested in fighting between ordinary people. With this time, he would rather eat more.
This battle actually ended very quickly. Except for Zhang Chulan, Wang Ye, and Zhuge Qing, all of them caught one person and started a violent hammer. The others were basically solved by Feng Baobao. In the end, the fat man was left, watching with a little horror, his little brothers were all beaten down by these people. Seeing no one looked at him, he sneaked up and touched the door frame, trying to escape.
"Want to go!? Where to go~!" Mu Lin didn't know when he came to the door, blocked the fat man in the room, and looked at him coldly.
"Uh...huh~! I advise you to leave me alone, my boss is the snake here! ~ If you move me, be careful not to eat~!" The fat man felt fear in his heart at first. He didn't notice how the Mu Lin affair passed by him and stood outside, but then he remembered his elder brother and moved out to threaten him. Looking at his proficiency, it seems that this trick is of no use to him.
"Hey, I'm so scared~!" Mu Lin said this indifferently.
But the fat guy on the other side sounded changed. He thought that Mu Lin had confessed and said proudly, "If you are afraid, let me go. I don’t care about things today. , I want that little girl to stay with me for one night, otherwise, I want you to look good~!"
Mu Lin looked at him and shook his head. Really, if you don't die, you won't die. He is another person who likes to die like Zhang Chulan, but if he has the ability to die, that is what people have. If it's the opposite, then it's really dying, and you don't know how to die.
"Bang~! ! ’
"Cut~! Tell you to be seduced, you are terrifying~! Return the snake, I still eat the snake soup~! Hiccup~! My head is dizzy, I want to drink~! Hahaha!
Just when the fat man was proud, he touched a figure directly behind him, holding a bottle in his hand, and pointed at the bright brain of the man. After smashing, he kept talking, then this person was Zhang Chulan who hadn't run away and was still drunk.
As soon as he finished speaking, he wandered back to the table. Zhang Chulan looked at the wine bottle on the table, picked up a half-drinking bottle of wine, copied it, and started pouring it into his mouth, but just arrived. On the lips, the guy fluttered, and lay directly on the ground, muttering in his mouth, and didn't know what he was talking about, so there was no movement. . ,,.