The tyrant's sweet pet petite bag

Chapter 467 His drinking is really weak, and he is weaker than Yan
The corners of Pi Xiuxiu's mouth twitched, His Royal Highness is thinking about robbing bandits even at this time?

It seems that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince really has the potential to be a Bandit than a bandit...

"Everyone is a hero from Qinjian Villa, sincerity is naturally there, naturally!"

Murong Ying looked at the respectful smiling face of the head of the family, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

The first master and the third master firmly believe in the identity of Murong Ying and others, but the second master has a scar...

They have been watching them from beginning to end, trying to find holes in their disguise.

In the evening, good wine and good meat are served in the cottage, including the younger brothers below, all of them sit on a long table that gathers all the people in the cottage.

Murong Ying sat in the main seat, Pi Xiuxiu and Wei Wuyue sat next to each other, the first head sat on Murong Ying's right, followed by the second and third heads.

Although such a seat is quite fascinating, and the brothers in the cottage can't quite understand it, but judging from the respectful side of the head, it must be a big shot from some sect.

But this big man...

This big man is also a little too small.

I really don't blame them, they only see Murong Ying as about ten years old.

"Hero, I offer you a toast!"

The head of the family directly raised the wine jar and drank heavily.

Murong Ying: "..."

Can anyone tell them that he is full of strengths, and his only flaw may be...he can't drink!
Not only is it invincible, but it is also the legendary pour...

What's more, he is still a child!
This group of immortals seemed to be planning to salute him with wine jars bigger than his head, were they trying to force him to death?

"The big boss, the wine is fine, I will pay back the big boss with tea instead of wine."

The head of the family immediately stopped Murong Ying's hand: "Hey, this chivalrous man looks down on our copycat wine? Although our little Tiger Head Gang is not compared with Qinjian Villa, which has power all over the world, this wine looks good. Within a radius of ten miles, only the wine in our cottage tastes the most mellow, if the chivalrous men don’t drink this altar today, they just look down on our cottage, and they haven’t accepted our cottage’s apology!”

The brothers below all responded, and as soon as they heard the voice of the big master, the people below all started booing——

"drink!"

"drink!"

"drink!"

This made Murong Yingke really have a hard time.

His grandma's donkey, he is really weak in drinking capacity, even weaker than Chongyan, how can he drink like this?

If Chong Yan saw Murong Ying's expression now, he would definitely laugh at him severely.

To be honest, there was no time when Murong Ying felt helpless, but now it was really difficult for him.

"Our young master doesn't drink freely when he is out, so let me do it for him."

Pi Xiuxiu directly opened an altar, clinked glasses with the head of the family, and drank with their heads up.

Murong Ying's face was filled with emotion immediately, he really deserves to be his good show!
Even if Murong Ying is their leader, Pi Xiuxiu doesn't seem to be a good person. The three family members who are sitting across from each other just quit when they see each other, and the level of drinking is over.

A jar of wine is not too much, and it is not much.

Wei Wuyue only had a few sips last night, not only was he unconscious that night, but he also woke up with a splitting headache.

Seeing that Pi Xiuxiu was about to drink up the jar of wine with them, Wei Wuyue finally couldn't control his hand——

(End of this chapter)