Doomsday Pavilion

Warm wine spit out a bone,

"Bifu, dare to fight?"

Wei Tianxing bared his teeth, "I let the three of you stack together!"

"Betting on ten altars of colorful snake king wine."

"Okay...Wait, you three are useless and want to get together to cheat me?"

Wen Zhongjiu looked back and smiled bitterly,

"I said this old guy will definitely not be fooled."

Sister Xingxing wore a hairy face,

"Lao Tzu prefers to be hard-faced, tut, it's a pity that Zhao Er is not there. Seeing his sexy little butt, Lao Tzu's combat effectiveness can rise at least three levels."

Warm wine,

"Then Allie, you and Sister Xingxing, I will be wronged and wronged myself. Let's go with this fat guy."

Wei Tianxing sneered,

"The world's great jade, Qing Yu, come and come, let your Uncle Wen take a look at our father's skills."

Wei Qingyu curled up and Nana walked out of the room, her pretty face looking forward to her posture, her legs long and slender, protruding backwards, like a colorful cloud walking on the horizon.

Lin Chou quickly lowered his head.

Emmm, for now, Qing Yu's skills have completely exploded.

Do you even have the ball, what are you talking about?

When Wei Qingyu and Sister Xingxing stood together, one looked like an undeveloped orc, and another looked like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world.

"I..."

"People..."

Yes, these two are not at all like a person, and they can still talk very happily.

Wei Tianxing secretly stabbed Lin Chou and pointed at the pile of charcoal.

"Boy Lin, when are those below?"

"One hour."

"Don't say anything, when Fatty I return triumphantly, this yellow clay pigeon will just be a celebration feast."

"..."

Wei Tianxing laughed,

"The surname is Wen, let's take the fate, say, what is the bet?"

"Didn't you just say, ten altars of colorful snake king wine, how?"

"Good!" Wei Tianxing agreed immediately.

"Three wins in five games?"

"can."

Wen Zhongjiu turned around and asked, "Do you agree?"

Sister Xing Xing greeted.

Wen Zhongjiu said again, "Allier, what about you, don't hold back and say nothing."

Allier nodded, every one of his big beards was serious,

"Speak carefully, sad."

"..."

Wen Zhongjiu murmured in his heart, it's still no match, why did I feel that I lost more than half of it first.

When a few big shots were about to play, everyone quickly gave up their positions and turned into qualified spectators.

"Come on, who will tee off first?"

Warm wine is like a gentleman of Qianqian,

"Since ancient times, there has been a saying, ladies first, Qing Yu will come first."

Wei Tianxing snorted.

"Count your acquaintances, Qing Yu, you come to drive."

Wei Qingyu stepped forward, bowed and stretched his arms, the beautiful arc and face made the court quiet.

"cough!"

"Ahem!"

A series of coughs.

Wen Zhongjiu looked away as if nothing had happened, and Fatty Wei coldly hummed the gesture of wiping his neck and couldn't see it.

Wei Tianxing pursed his mouth viciously.

"Single old dog, do you dare to take another look?"

Wen Zhongjiu didn't say a word, wandering around the world, and the scene was once quite embarrassing.

Peeking at the daughter of an old friend, she was discovered.

His face is as thick as a scholar, and his face is a bit unbearable.

"Crack."

With a crisp sound of hitting the ball, fifteen balls rolled back and forth on the ball table.

Two consecutive pouch sounds,

"Number six, number two."

Wen Zhongjiu smiled lightly like water,

"Ho, good luck."

"Snapped."

"tenth."

"Uh..."

"Snapped."

"twelve."

Wen Zhongjiu's expression has changed a bit, this situation seems a little bit too small.

The eight-ball game is the most commonly used in street and lane bars, and it is very simple.

But in terms of skills, almost all the evolutionaries are not a bit worse than those dudes who came during the day.

Without him, only hands are unfamiliar, how can the evolutionary have that leisure time soaking on the table every day?

It's not a problem if you can't drop the bag for 8 hours.

Otherwise, it won't be blacked out when the offer is not made, isn't it just being too shameful.

"Snapped."

"Snapped."

Wen Zhongjiu panicked, "Wait, wait! Old Wei, you are not authentic, why did Qingyu Ball play so well?"

Wei Tianxing laughed and said nothing.

Sister Xingxing suddenly said,

"Oh, I remember, there is a Swake's score record in Hua Se Bar with Qing Yu's name on it, it seems to be... one hundred and forty points?

"Snooker?"

"Yes, it's snooker."

Wen Zhongjiu almost fainted on the spot, and cautiously asked, "Qing Yu, you... more than one hundred and forty points?"

Wei Qingyu smiled sweetly.

"Seven."

Patter, black 8 falls into the bag.

...

"Pour the wine!!"

"Good, good."

"Pour it again!!"

"it is good..."

"again..."

"Warm wine! Are you a bit too much?"

Wen Zhongjiu stared at his nose and pointed to his nose, "I'm too much! Am I too much?"

"Fatty Wei, won't your conscience hurt?"

"One hundred and forty-seven points! Clear the stage with one stroke! You let such a skilled person ravage us Xiaobai who hasn't even touched the club several times, you are not too much?"

"Quack."

Said again,

"Well, Linzi, your pigeon tastes perfect. The skin is crispy and tender, especially the part between the meat under the skin. Tsk tsk, there is still juice, it seems to be splashed into the mouth after a bite, it is simply not satisfied.

Ten altars of Snake King Wine were lined up on the ground beside Wei Tianxing. Four altars had been opened. The fragrant alcohol was so strong that it was spreading along the ground like mist flowing along the mouth of the altar.

He shook his head severely, only to realize that there was no fog at all, everything was an illusion, but the smell of wine remained the same.

Six expensive homing pigeons, three smoked and three mud-roasted, Wei Tianxing did not even catch a pigeon leg. He has to pay for his "crime".

Wen Zhongjiu pinched the thin leg bones of the pigeon, and removed the last trace of meat.

"Fatty Wei, I didn't expect to warm wine, I really didn't expect that you are such a person?"

"If I come one step later, will I not even be able to see a pigeon feather? You still want to hide private... The most annoying thing is that if you clearly said that you would open the black, you actually let Qing Yu go in for the calculation we?!"

Wei Tianxing was wronged,

"Obviously you are the first to pick things, so why do you blame me for this?"

"Do you know that I was trying to catch them? I paralyzed them mentally, and then you and I won the stars and Allier in one fell swoop..."

Sister Xingxing and Allier stared together,

"Hehe, you deserve to have bought ten jars of wine."

Wen Zhongjiu looked bitter, and yelled to Lin sadly,

"Lao Tzu's selling a thousand jars of wine is not worth one jar of your boy. This time I paid a lot of money."

Wei Tianxing snorted.

"If you want to take first, you must first give it."

Wen Zhongjiu was taken aback for a long time,

"Old guard, you are swollen."

Wei Qingyu chuckled.

"My dad is swollen, it's just a blow."

Wei Tianxing patted his belly,

"The prime minister can hold a boat in his belly. How can people like you with a small belly and chicken intestines be able to compare... ten jars of wine? Seeing how uncle Wen feels distressed, I almost cried."