Mo Yu frowned and said to feiqiang and Wang Lang, "stand in the triangle position. Don't let these odds and ends make a hole!" Feiqiang and Wang Lang answer, each picking up a stick, standing in a triangle, protecting the three girls of shuyelu in the middle.

Shi Xiaohai was more and more excited. The wine was all volatilized. His whole face was like Guan Gong's, and the red one was like dripping blood. Mo Yu called out: "big brother, get drunk!"

Shi Xiaohai laughs and says, "OK, look, I'll give you a set of self-made drunk eight immortals!"

"drunk fist?" This next even three girls also came to interest,...