Host, You're Targeted

After a game of flying chess, three players except Xu Qingdu clapped happily to celebrate that they didn't need anyone to eat pocky.

Looking at the helpless smile of Xu Qingdu, I didn't expect that Xu Qingdu couldn't lose but poisoned milk. Xu Qingdu actually lost.

Obviously, the chess pieces he used was from Song Zhiye, the God of Europe. Why was the number of dice he rolled always the smallest?

Why was Xu Qingdu a non chieftain?

Looking forward to holding that box of pocky, I don't know what to do. Song Zhiye won't let Xu Qingdu drink wine. Will he now agree to see Xu Qingdu find someone to eat pocky? Xu Qingdu looked at everyone and half laughed. He found that he couldn't laugh at all. He took pocky's box from his already stiff outlook. He slowly opened the package inside and took out one to taste it first.

"Well, it's red wine. It's not bad."

Lu Fei secretly glanced at Song Zhiye and bravely reminded Xu Qingdu: "that, Du Shen, this punishment is not to let you eat one, it is..."

"I know."

Xu Qingdu laughed when Lu Fei couldn't say anything. He took another one and put the others back in the box.

As soon as he looked up, he found that everyone was staring at him. He bit the end without chocolate, bent down directly, grabbed song Zhiye's collar which was trapped in the chair, bit a chocolate bar and looked at him, saying, "come on, brother, I lost."

Song Zhiye looked down on his Xu Qingdu and said to his heart that if you lose, why should you find me to accept punishment with you.

But in the eyes of the adults around him and the minors at the next table, he raised his chin to bite the bar.

"Oh, wait." Song Zhiye suddenly raised his head and looked at Wang Xiang and Lu Fei and asked, "how short do you want to eat?"

Before Wang Xiang and Lu Fei talk, Xu Qingdu presses his hand on Song Zhiye's shoulder to increase his strength and push him into the sofa.

"Eat as short as you can."

After Xu Qingdu's words came out, there was silence around. After a few seconds, everyone clapped their hands excitedly.

"Cross God ox fork!"

Song Zhiye's eyes at Xu Qingdu became dim and unclear, and the dark brown pupil color gradually increased, as if something thought came out of his mind.

He seriously suspected that Xu Qingdu was using the game to satisfy his selfish desires. However, to tell the truth, if he watched Xu Qingdu eat pocky with others, he might knock people dizzy and carry them home.

Xu Qingdu received the signal in Song Zhiye's deep eyes, and raised his eyebrows in a small range. It seemed that he was telling him that he was on purpose.

When they heard the news, they couldn't help but look at the curious eyes, and saw song Zhiye raise his head and bite the other end of the chocolate bar.

"Today's young people really play." Yu Hai shook his head and continued to look at the cards in his hand.

"You don't understand." Qin Dasen looked at it and didn't look at it. "Young people now call it Jiqing."

Song Xiang looked at the smile of Xu Qingdu's mouth and bent his eyes to smile. He moved his eyes from the children's side back to the card in front of him.

Xu Qingdu and song Zhiye look at each other, and none of them takes the first bite.

All of a sudden, song Zhiye felt that the hand pressing on his shoulder gently pinched himself. Then, Xu Qingdu's face suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes.