Dad asked me to choose one of ten goddesses to marry

Chapter 619

In the distance, Bailihuo also followed.

When he saw Sharon, he was angry, relying on his grandfather being the great elder, and making a fortune in the sect.

Don't take him as the head of the agent in your eyes.

Now, finally, there is a chance to judge him.

"Sharan, kneel down for me, and you will be captured!"

Bailihuo said coldly.

In order to prevent Xia Shi from coming back, he is still necessary as a hostage.

"Bailihuo, I advise you to go see your father, he should be gone."

Sha Lang folded his arms and laughed contemptuously, "Now, my grandfather of Baijianzong has the final say!"

"I'm going to Nima!"

Bailihuo slapped Sharan's face with a slap.

The terrifying force made him fly out diagonally.

"You... you dare to hit me?"

Blood gushed from Sha Lang's beating mouth, pointing at Bailihuo and roaring furiously.

"What's wrong with you, let your grandfather come!" Bailihuo snorted coldly.

At this time, Bailihua came from a distance with her trouser pockets inserted.

Sha Lang looked at Bailihua, she had nothing to do, could it be possible...

Your grandfather's action failed?
Just as he was contemplating, he found that Baili Mie also appeared.

Looking at his refreshing appearance, Sharon's face was pale.

Now he has guessed what happened.

"Master! The bad things my grandfather did have nothing to do with me."

Sharan was so frightened that he immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

"late!"

Bailihuo appeared in front of Sharon in the blink of an eye, knocking him unconscious with a single blow.

"This person is still useful, I'll take him down first."

Bailihuo grabbed Sharon's arm and dragged him away from here.

Baili Mian looked at all this indifferently.

During his retreat, Bailihuo often complained to him.

He knew exactly what happened in the sect, but he couldn't use his Qi and couldn't help.

He will not have sympathy for Sharan.

"Feng Lin, go have a drink. This is a fine wine that I treasure, and most people can't drink it."

Baili Mie walked towards Feng Lin, put his arms around his shoulder, and walked forward.

On the way, many disciples were very excited when they saw that the Sect Master had left the gate.

In the past few years, these disciples have suffered a lot of grievances.

Baili Mie brought Feng Lin to a stone table.

He waved his hand lightly, and a basketball-sized wine jar appeared.

He took out two more large bowls and poured one for Feng Lin first.

"Try it."

Baili Mian smiled and stretched out his hand.

Feng Lin picked up the bowl, took a sip, and immediately frowned, "Treasures from heaven and earth?"

"As expected of a genius doctor, you can taste it in one bite."

Baili Mie also poured himself a bowl, "When our White Sword Sect was brilliant, there were only two things we were most proud of, swords and wine."

As he said that, he drank the wine in the bowl, sighing endlessly, "Now things are different, swordsmanship has been abandoned, and only this winemaking technique is left."

"It's really a good thing. I just took a sip, and it's a little over the top."

Feng Lin raised the big bowl and drank it as well.

"Good drink! Come again!"

Baili Mie poured another bowl for Feng Lin, and then he winked at Baili Hua not far away, "Hua, prepare us a few plates of snacks."

Bailihua looked at her grandfather's eyes, her face flushed red, and she left in a hurry.

Baili Mie has his own thoughts, why doesn't Feng Lin have one?

His alcohol intake is not ordinary, not to mention that he can sober himself by stimulating acupuncture points.

After getting Baili Deng drunk, and then asking for the hilt, he will definitely give it to himself.

So, with the intention of getting each other drunk, the two went on the bar.

"drink!"

"Come again!"

……

In a few breaths, a jar of wine was empty.

Baili Mie was surprised, this was no ordinary wine.

However, he has a lot of this kind of wine. If he doesn't believe it, he won't get drunk.

"Come!"

Baili Mie's hand was placed on the ground, and he took the wine with a bang.

There are five or six altars piled up beside them.

This amount was enough to fill his stomach, even if Feng Lin had a massive amount, he had to get down.

Feng Lin thought the same way.

The two of you have a bowl, and I have a bowl, and in the end, they all became irritable.

Hold the jars for irrigation.

Feng Lin felt that it was burning hot from the mouth down the esophagus all the way to the stomach.

This kind of medicinal wine with the effect of heaven and earth treasures, straight to the forehead, makes his thinking gradually confused.

This wine is really powerful.

He took out the silver needle and stabbed himself secretly, trying to hangover.

"Fuck!"

Feng Lin suddenly cursed in pain.

Because my head was too dizzy, my hands were shaking, and I was stuck in the wrong place.

Looking at Baili Mie on the opposite side, he held the wine jar in a daze and poured it into his mouth.

Feng Lin patted his forehead hard, feeling more and more dizzy.

This has never happened to him since he became an ancient warrior.

Feng Lin secretly said that it was not good. According to this state, he could not hold on any longer, and hurry up to get the scabbard.

"Father..."

"Feng Lin, you are massive! Come and continue..."

Baili Mie couldn't speak clearly.

"Father, let me see the scabbard of the White Emperor Sacred Sword, I'm very curious."

Feng Lin held his chin, feeling that he couldn't open his eyes.

"Look at what, you married my granddaughter and inherited the White Sword Sect, all of which are yours!"

Baili Mian said in a daze.

"But I...I, what am I trying to say?" Feng Lin scratched his head suddenly.

"Drinking, right?" Baili Mie raised the wine jar.

"Yes, drink!" Feng Lin followed and raised the wine jar.

……

Bailihua and Bailihuo were carrying lunch boxes filled with side dishes.

After coming here, I found that Feng Lin was already lying on the stone table.

As for Baili Mie, he fell directly to the ground and fell asleep.

"Good guy, the two drank three jars of wine."

Bailihuo was shocked, the wine his father brewed, ordinary people would get drunk with one drop.

The average ancient martial artist is about one or two.

Usually his father drinks, at most one bowl.

I drank half a jar today.

Suddenly, Bailihuo touched Bailihua with his shoulder, "This is an opportunity."

"What chance? I won't take advantage of others!"

Bailihua said with a puffed mouth.

"Feng Lin is our honored guest, you must send him to the room." Bailihuo said with a smile, "Your grandfather will leave it to me."

After speaking, he put the lunch box on the stone table, carried Bailihuo behind him, and left here.

Bailihua pursed her lips and walked over to help Feng Lin up and let him lie on his back.

Feng Lin's chin rested on Bailihua's shoulder.

He narrowed his eyes and muttered, "Wife, you are so fragrant."

"Who is your wife!"

Bailihua's face was red and her ears were red, and she hurriedly accelerated her pace, rushing to the stone palace where she lived.

When she came to the room, Bailihua placed Fenglin on the stone bed.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and patted her shoulders with disgust, "It smells like a lot of alcohol."

"I want to suck."

Feng Lin suddenly turned around in a daze.

"what?"

Bailihua didn't hear clearly, and stretched her face over, "Do you want yogurt?"

brush!
Feng Lin instinctively pulled Bailihua into his arms.

Bailihua's eyes widened in panic, she grabbed Feng Lin's shoulder, and was about to push him out.

But Feng Lin didn't do anything excessive.

Just stick to her heart, breathing gradually steady.

Bailihua stretched out her hand tremblingly, and finally landed on the back of Feng Lin's head.

She had never had this feeling before.

"Wife, why are you turning your back to me?"

Feng Lin suddenly pushed away the Bailihua.

"Fuck! I can't stand it anymore."

Bailihua scolded angrily.

(End of this chapter)