Monarch of Evernight: Knock forty-three one by one

bsp;After another round of sex, Qianye’s eyes were obviously a bit wrong.

"Haha, Qianye, you are here too! I remember how miserable you were when you drank me in. Today I will let you know that I, Wei Potian, am no longer the Wei Potian I was back then!"

Wei Potian was so arrogant that he did not notice the different expressions on both Zhao Yuying and Song Zining. Song Zining was thinking about "this idiot", but Zhao Yuying immediately realized that Wei Potian's drinking capacity was not that good either.

By the third round of drinking, Qianye was already shaky and looked like he might collapse at any time. Moreover, his mood began to fluctuate. No matter his expression or speech, he looked particularly excited. It was obvious that he had drunk too much.

Now even Zhao Yuying was interested. She caught Qianye and drank three cups in a row, trying to knock him down. However, after three cups, Zhao Yuying felt a little dizzy, while Qianye was still on the verge of falling, but would not fall.

Zhao Yuying thinks it's normal when she thinks about it. In her opinion, combat power is equal to the power of alcohol. Since Qianye has great combat power, how can he be knocked down so easily?

She was just about to have three more drinks when Song Zining suddenly appeared next to her, wanting to have a few drinks with her and talk about the leaf.

How could Zhao Yuying be afraid of Song Zining? Now they drank three glasses of wine in a row. Next, Zhao Yuying discussed the grievances with Song Zining. But this kind of talk is naturally the public speaking is right, and the mother-in-law is right, so without a few words, it falls back on the wine.

This is how the melee began. When the war started, Qianye was already on the verge of collapse.

While drinking, Wei Potian grabbed Song Zining's collar with force and said angrily: "I knew it was you, a sissy, who had the bad idea to let those women catch me drinking every day! In this matter, I It’s not that easy to forget!”

Dang! Song Zining threw the wine glass in front of Wei Potian and sneered: "So what if it was my idea? If you don't accept it, just drink three glasses of wine. How can there be so much nonsense, like a girl!"

Zhao Yuying suddenly approached Song Zining and sneered: "What do you think is wrong with the ladies?"

Song Zining's expression remained unchanged as he flicked a wine glass in front of her and said, "It's nothing. Three glasses of wine to settle the grudge?"

"Deal!"

Now it's a melee between the Three Kingdoms, and Qianye is crumbling on the side.

I don’t know how long I drank. Even Qianye only vaguely remembered that he had drunk a lot, not to mention the other three.

After a while, Wei Potian grabbed Song Zining and said with a loud tongue: "Although I don't like you no matter what, I have to say that you are still a little better than others, just a little!"

Song Zining slapped Wei Potian's hand away and said displeasedly: "Don't do anything, I'm not just a little bit better than the others? To tell you the truth, my fan alone, uh, is enough Get a dozen girls like this!"

Song Zining looked calm and moved steadily, but the direction he was pointing happened to be Zhao Yuying. There was only one such beauty at the table, so Song Zining pointed at her casually, otherwise Qianye would have been the only one to choose from.

"Huh? A dozen like me?" Zhao Yuying's eyes immediately lit up.

Qianye actually knew Song Zining best. Seeing that his appearance was normal, but his eyes were a little blurry, he knew that he had actually drunk too much.

Sure enough, Song Zining took a serious look at Zhao Yuying, nodded and said: "This girl is indeed good, quite good! A dozen is too much, I can replace my fan with eight at most."

Zhao Yuying’s expression softened after listening to the first half of the sentence, but turned completely green in the second half.

Qianye sat quietly beside him, an inexplicable thought came to his mind, well, Zining is going to be in trouble

Zhao Yuying grabbed a glass of wine, took a sip, and pouted. It looked like she wanted to feed Song Zining mouth-to-mouth!

Song Zining immediately raised his chest and raised his head, looking heroic as if I will not go to hell, who will go to hell? On the other hand, Wei Potian's mouth opened wider and wider, and the redness caused by the alcohol on his face faded away, turning into blue and white. The fist of his right hand was already clenched, and the joints began to crackle.

Zhao Yuying acted like wind and fire. She directly picked up Song Zining and leaned towards his face. She saw that the two faces were getting closer and closer, and her breathing could be heard.

Qianye held his head with one hand and looked calmly, knowing that Zining was about to be in trouble.

Sure enough, Zhao Yuying suddenly turned her hand and grabbed Song Zining's neck, pressing him down on the table. Zhao Yuying's strength is comparable to Qianye's, so how can Song Seventh Young Master have any room to resist? She squeezed hard with her left hand, and Song Zining's mouth opened involuntarily. Then she picked up a full glass of wine and poured it into Song Zining's mouth. But this was just the beginning. Zhao Yuying drank five or six full cups in a row before letting go.

Song Zining immediately squatted on the ground and coughed violently. The wine was extremely strong and he drank it too hard. No matter how good he was, he couldn't withstand such ravages.

Zhao Yuying patted Song Zining on the back and laughed wantonly, "For a young bird like you, why don't I take care of as many as you come?"

As she said that, she stretched out her hand and pinched Song Zining's face hard, and said in her mouth: "The meat is quite tender. If you are thicker-skinned, you might be able to fight with me. You are still too young now. Tender! ”

Wei Potian next to him couldn't help but applaud.

Song Zining's face was flushed, and he was already drunk and could not suppress it. In shame and anger, he couldn't control himself. He suddenly got drunk and fell over, lying directly under the table.

On the other side, Wei Potian finally saw Song Zining fall down first. The breath he had been holding in was suddenly released, and he lay on the floor in the blink of an eye, making a loud noise.

At this moment, Zhao Yuying looked around and saw that Qianye was the only opponent left in the field, and he was already crumbling.

She wanted to sneer, but suddenly realized that Qianye was so shaky when she started drinking, how come she hasn't fallen down yet?

Zhao Yuying immediately became interested, poured two more full cups, gave one cup to Qianye, then sat next to him, her right hand naturally placed on Qianye's shoulder, looking like a **** teasing a good family. Sample.

Qianye took her hand away and wanted to move it aside. Zhao Yuying immediately became unhappy, "What's the big deal? When you first arrived at Zhao's house when you were a child, I gave you a bath. What else? Haven’t you seen this place? Ha, by the way, Xiaosi is one year older than you, so he insisted on carrying you, but they both rolled to the ground, haha!”

Qianye was startled and suddenly woke up. When he heard the first half of the sentence, he thought Zhao Yuying was talking nonsense. The second half of the sentence made his heart twitch hard. He couldn't tell whether it was pain or bitterness.

"Stop talking nonsense, come on, have a drink!" Zhao Yuying's hand had already clapped hard.

Qianye was helpless. He shook off his unnecessary thoughts and drank cup after cup with Zhao Yuying.

He was on the verge of falling, but as he drank, he heard a "dong" sound, and Zhao Yuying fell down.

Qianye sat quietly for a while before realizing that he was alone again, so he sighed. It seemed that every time he drank seriously, he would be the only one left in the end, and it had been like this since Huang Quan.

Only then did Qianye remember the original intention of coming to them, which was to ask for their opinions on the westward advance. The westward expansion was a huge gamble. If we succeeded and expanded our territory, we could create a completely different landscape. If you lose but your energy is severely damaged, it will take a long time to recover.

Qianye looked around, only to find that the three people who wanted to discuss important matters were all lying on the ground like dead pigs. There were loud noises, and it seemed that no one could be woken up without some extraordinary measures.

Although he was still unconscious, he knew that if he used extreme measures against all three of them, he would be doomed the next day. Even with another pair of original wings, Qianye couldn't stop the siege of Wei Potian, Song Qi and Zhao Yuying.

Qianye rubbed his slightly swollen forehead. Originally, he just wanted to treat them to a meal and discuss the westward expansion strategy, but why did it inexplicably turn into a drinking party?

These three guys were originally fierce men who stood alone, and Zhao Yuying's combat power was able to kill enemy generals among thousands of troops. But when they get together, they immediately undermine each other, and they succeed more than they succeed.

Qianye suddenly became angry and shouted: "We will march westward in three days, that's it!"

The three of them were still shouting like thunder.

It was already one or two o'clock in the morning. The guards and maids had been sent back to rest by Qianye. The guests of Anhuo were going out through the entire campus, and Qianye's residential area for the top executives of the mercenary group. There are only two guest rooms.

Qianye looked at the three people on the ground and decided to take action himself. Zhao Yuying naturally wanted to be alone in a room. After throwing her on the bed, Qianye suddenly felt that this was not to protect her, but to avoid something bad happening to the person sleeping with her.

As for Song Zining and Wei Potian, Qianye dragged them to the same room one by one and threw them on the same bed. As for how they would react after waking up, that was beyond Qianye's concern.

The clouds were unexpectedly clear and the wind was clear the next day.

The three of them woke up early and even had breakfast with Qianye. Both Song Zining and Wei Potian were chatting and laughing, fully demonstrating the demeanor of high-ranking disciples. Even Zhao Yuying became uncharacteristically ladylike and did not utter the colloquial self-identification "I am my mother" once throughout the morning.

Qianye only felt that the atmosphere was very strange, but the looks from the other three people looking at him were obviously even stranger.

Qianye spoke calmly about the decision to march westward. The three of them had no objections and surprisingly did not even have any unnecessary words. Then the breakfast ended in a strange atmosphere of joy and peace.

No one mentioned what happened last night.

Before leaving the table, Wei Potian ran to Zhao Yuying with some enthusiasm and asked her what the name of the Force hand cannon was. A level seven hand cannon with such power and range will never remain unknown!

Sure enough, Zhao Yuying spit out a very domineering name: Kaishan. Wei Potian immediately regretted his talkativeness and made Song Zining a laughing stock for no reason.

After breakfast, the four of them came to the war room to listen to Qianye's detailed battle plan.

From Blackstream City to the intended destination, you have to pass through the territories of four dark viscounts, and there are more than a dozen strongholds or small towns of various sizes along the way.

If it were in Song Zining's hands, he would probably come up with a colorful battle plan, including frontal attacks, sneak attacks, intersperses and sieges. As for besieging Wei to rescue Zhao and besieging the city for reinforcements, it would be a piece of cake.

Qianye’s plan is much simpler. That is, knock them one by one!