Bug Master In Doomsday

"Brother Mang let you drink, you just drink it, like a group of female toads!"

Patriarch Qinghuang yelled with Jiujin, and then raised the wine glass with unsatisfactory thoughts, and took another sip cautiously, tut! Qinghuang's four eyes squinted comfortably, and his face was intoxicated!

Seeing the leader's words, the crowd gathered around you and I rushed to the stone table, but when they lifted the wine glass, they were all cautious, for fear of spilling a drop and a half.

"Good wine, good wine! After drinking this sip, I think I can fight two Azusa crocodiles!"

The stranger with the fastest hand, raised his wine glass and took a sip, feeling the warmth in his mouth, he couldn't help but shed tears.

The surrounding companions did not care about him, as if they were relaying, one could only take a sip, and those who hadn't made their turn, all looked enviously at the way their companions were drinking, with anticipation in their eyes.

There are a total of twenty wine glasses, except for the two in the hands of Wang Mang and Qinghuang people, there are still 18 glasses.

But it is these eighteen cups. There are a total of one or two hundred people tasting them one by one. Everyone who has tasted them kept their thumbs up, with a red and comfortable drunkenness on their faces, and there was still a trace of intoxication in their eyes. And happiness!

"Nothing?! You must have drunk too much, making me angry!"

A young stranger who had been waiting for nearly half to disappear, looked at the empty paper cup in his hand, and tears were almost streaming down.

"Look at your unpromising appearance!" A sturdy stranger who seemed to be quite standing, patted the young man's head, and cursed with some sympathy.

When Wang Mang watched this scene, he couldn't laugh or cry. There was only such a jar of fruit brewing, and he had already poured it all out.

"Young man, I still have a half glass here. If you don't dislike it, just drink mine." Wang Mang smiled and beckoned at the strange young man, and handed the wine glass in his hand to the stone table.

The foreign man licked his lips and looked at the wine glass on the stone table with emotion. He was a little embarrassed, "How can this be done, Wang Mang, you are the brother of our Daozhi clan, I can't take advantage of the brother!"

"It's okay, drink it," Wang Mang waved indifferently.

The strange young man also dared to come over, holding Wang Mang’s wine glass, and taking a careful sip, suddenly an intoxicating red color appeared on his face.

Wang Mang slapped his head when he looked at this young man's comforting and intoxicated look, and suddenly smiled, Panlong Ring flashed, and he took out the only two boxes of Erguotou from inside.

"Brothers, I don't have Wang Mang anymore, such good wines as Ziguo Niang, but these liquors that are our human specialties are also good. They are spirits. If you don't dislike it, try it!"

Wang Mang stood up, took out bottles of Erguotou in glass from the carton, and put them on the stone table. The crowds of strangers immediately gathered together and cheered.

"Brother Wang Mang is so amazing, he can make so many spirits, it's awesome!"

"Of course, the brothers and friends who can be recognized by our Daozhi clan ancestors are definitely the best!"

Wang Mang opened the bottle cap of a glass of white wine. Surrounded by the sturdy guys of the swordsman clan who looked like iron towers, they all looked like good obedient students, holding wooden bowls in their hands, waiting for Wang Mang to pour the wine. ,

At this moment, the golden-head carp braised in the pot was filled with fresh fragrance, and was placed in a wooden dish, poured with a warm soup, and served on the stone table.

The patriarch Qinghuang, watching the lively scene of Wang Mang dividing drinks among the people, also smiled knowingly, this time he really got a good brother in the clan!