The eldest daughter of the group pet, she is full of luck

Chapter 1587 Why Is It So Difficult To Rely On Your Face In These Years?

The wine jar was opened, and the aroma of wine was overflowing, and the aroma was tangy.

"It smells good."

Rong Yunhe took a deep breath, showing an intoxicated expression.

Daoist Guangchen and Ji Shuxuan reached out to the wine jar at the same time, wanting to drink first.

The moment Ji Shuxuan's fingertips reached the wine jar, they met Guangchen's playful gaze, as if they had been scalded, and immediately retracted them.

Master Guangchen jokingly smiled, swiped his right hand, raised the wine jar, raised his head, and gulped down the wine in one breath.

Ji Shuxuan clicked his mouth a few times, and swallowed his saliva smelling the aroma of the wine.

"Good wine."

Immortal Guangchen drank a pot of wine, his face was neither red nor breathless, and his spirit was radiant.

He put down the wine jar, and looked at Lin Qingluo with unsatisfactory expressions.

"The ancestor is good at drinking."

Lin Qingluo understood it attentively, and took out four jars of spirit wine from the storage ring, and put one jar in front of each of them.

"The fairy is refreshing."

When Master Guangchen opened the wine jar, Ji Shuxuan quickly picked up his own jar and put it into the storage ring, the movement was so fast that it was almost invisible.

Rong Yunhe just blinked his eyelids, Ji Shuxuan's wine jar was gone.

Just as fast as him is Daoist Guangzin.

The moment Master Guangzin slapped the wine seal open, he waved his sleeves lightly and put the wine jar in.

Rong Yunhe looked at Ji Shuxuan, then at Immortal Guangzin, and when he was hesitating whether to put it away, Immortal Guangchen had already finished his wine and stretched out his hand to his wine jar.

Two drops of cold sweat dripped from the back of Rong Yunhe's head.

It seemed that his reaction was still too slow.

I underestimated the amount of booze that the real Guangchen had.

"Good wine."

Immortal Guangchen drank three jars of wine, gasped intoxicated, his cheeks were slightly tipsy.

Glancing at the empty stone table, he squeezed his eyelids, and winked at Lin Qingluo, not paying any attention to the image of the half-immortal patriarch, and leaned in front of her with his chin in his hand.

The strong aroma of wine rushed towards his face, Lin Qingluo's eyes flickered, and he turned sideways, pulling a little distance away from him.

Daoist Guangchen frowned slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with her avoidance, he deliberately acted cute, pouted his lips, and leaned forward again, getting closer to her.

The magnified handsome face almost touched the tip of Lin Qingluo's nose.

Lin Qingluo clenched the fingers of his right hand one by one, intending to leave a clear mark on his right eye socket.

"he's drunk."

Immortal Guangzin's handsome face suddenly darkened, he grabbed his junior brother by the collar, and dragged him back.

"I'm not drunk."

Master Guangchen complained dissatisfied.

"drunk."

Daoist Guangzin couldn't help but dragged him into the void and disappeared.

"Two patriarchs, walk slowly and don't see them off."

Lin Qingluo jokingly let go of her tightly clenched fingers one by one.

"Uh."

The two heads were dumbfounded, and cold sweat dripped from the back of their heads.

"Ahem, we're leaving too."

Rong Yunhe was the first to react, put the gift on the stone table, and hurriedly chased him out.

"Farewell."

Ji Shuxuan also took out the congratulatory gift, handed over a series, and ran quickly.

"Hehe, it's pretty fast."

Lin Qingluo smiled jokingly, waved his right hand lightly, put the gift together with the three empty wine jars into the storage ring, flew out of the mansion with his sword flying into the air.

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"Brother, why are you dragging me?"

In the mountains and valleys not far from Lin's house, Master Guangchen tried his best to break free from his brother's imprisonment, but still complained dissatisfiedly: "I haven't had enough."

"Still drinking."

Immortal Guangzin patted his forehead angrily: "If you continue to play, you will be beaten. Don't think that all women will be infatuated with your face. Beauty tricks are useless in front of her."

"Hi."

Daoist Guangchen covered his face and sighed: "In these years, why is it so difficult to rely on your face to make a living?"

(End of this chapter)