The super god lottery system of the glory of the king

Chapter 770

The waiter at the side continued to help open the bottle. Zhou Hangfei personally tasted a sip of each bottle of vodka that was opened, and handed it to Chen Hao after making sure it was not cold.

In a blink of an eye, all the vodka was checked and it was confirmed that it was genuine vodka.

"and many more!"

Seeing that Chen Hao was about to drink the third bottle, Zhou Hangfei suddenly raised his hand to stop him.

He squinted at Chen Hao: "This box contains twelve bottles of vodka, plus the four bottles we drank, there are eight bottles left. I have tasted each of these eight bottles. How do I calculate this?" ?”

"Then the bottle I drank doesn't count." Chen Hao grinned.

As he spoke, he picked up the wine bottle by himself, took a few sips and finished another bottle.

Seeing Chen Hao's constantly rolling Adam's apple, Zhou Hangfei swallowed in fright.

Horse riding, this is too fierce!
"The bottle just now is counted as my own to quench my thirst. Now, let's continue."

As Chen Hao said, he picked up another bottle.

This bottle is already the fourth bottle he has drunk.

As for Zhou Hangfei and Zhou Cheng, except for the first few sips, they never drank again.

Seeing Chen Hao's rapid momentum, both of them were very unconvinced.

Originally thought that if there was a drinking competition, it would be easy for two people to kill Chen Hao.

Who knew that Chen Hao's stomach was like a buffalo, and he drank endlessly, even if there were two more people, they might not be his opponent together.

"Fuck, keep drinking, why did you stop, these two people are too good, right?"

"I also said that I came to kick the hall, but I didn't expect to help others pretend to be a good guy!"

"Two people can't compare to one person, isn't this a man?"

"By the way, I want to have a sip of Rainbow Wine, can I still have it today?"

Everyone in the bar was talking.

All these words clearly reached Zhou Hangfei's ears.

Seeing Chen Hao pretending to be aggressive, he was already very upset, but now he was ridiculed by the people around him, he was so angry that he clenched his fists tightly, and several veins popped out on his forehead.

"Humph!"

He snorted a puff of air from his nostrils coldly.

Zhou Hangfei grabbed half of the bottle of wine he hadn't finished just now, and poured it down his throat thoughtlessly.

The burning sensation in the stomach quickly spread to the internal organs.

Zhou Hangfei frowned uncomfortably, and his facial features were tightly knit together.

But he seemed to forget himself, with trembling hands, clutching the bottle tightly and still pouring wine into his mouth.

There is only one crazy thought in his mind now, and that is to win against Chen Hao!

Chen Hao glanced at him lightly, grabbed a bottle of wine, and continued to pour it leisurely into his mouth.

In the eyes of everyone, his drinking speed is not fast, and compared with Zhou Hangfei, he seems too tepid.

But if you look carefully at the remaining wine in the two bottles, you will be surprised to find that although Chen Hao is not filling the wine fast, the wine in the bottle is decreasing at a rate two to three times faster than Zhou Hangfei.

Although Zhou Hangfei seemed to be gaining momentum, the wine in the bottle decreased very slowly. Most of the wine that came out of the bottle flowed down the corner of his mouth, and not much actually entered his mouth.

But even so, Zhou Hangfei still looked pained.

Zhou Cheng also worked hard, grabbed the bottle and started pouring it into his mouth.

It's just that he is more cunning, knowing that if he drinks heavily like Chen Hao and Zhou Hangfei, it will cause great harm to his body.

Therefore, if you look carefully, you will find that although Zhou Cheng's wine bottle has been facing his mouth, there is not much liquid in his mouth. After half a day, the wine in the bottle has hardly decreased.

The atmosphere in the bar instantly lit up.

The bar, which has always been dominated by a quiet style, was ignited with passion tonight.

Even singers who sang folk songs also sang fiery rock songs.

"Drink! Drink!"

"I wipe, come on, whoever stops is the grandson!"

"I'll pick my nose first, you probably haven't seen it?"

"This is a desperate rhythm!"

"Who of you needs to call 120? I'm ready."

Everyone in the bar was talking.

There is a clear contrast between inside and outside the bar.

Chen Hao was still drinking slowly, and five or six empty bottles had been thrown in disorder beside his hand.

Zhou Hangfei barely finished a bottle, Zhou Cheng still had half a bottle of wine left, but the bottle never left his mouth, pretending to be pouring alcohol desperately all the time.

"Chen Hao, stop drinking, you can already win, and it will hurt your health if you drink any more." Xia Qian anxiously dissuaded her from the side.

Every time Chen Hao drank a bottle, Xia Qian would dissuade him worriedly.

However, Chen Hao didn't listen to Xia Qian's dissuasion at all, and continued to pour wine into his mouth leisurely.

The whole movement is repetitive and mechanical.

Now, everyone no longer suspects that there is something wrong with vodka, but that there is something wrong with Chen Hao.

A normal person would definitely not dare to drink so hard.

Chen Hao's stomach is like a container filled with water, as long as the container is not full, it can be continuously poured into it.

As for whether it is wine or cold, it seems to have no effect on Chen Hao.

"I'll wipe it, isn't this person too fierce?"

"Old iron 666!"

"Brother, you are indeed a real man! No, a man among men!"

"Drinking like this is too wasteful!"

The atmosphere in the bar was still rising. Even many people who were standing in line outside the bar were infected by the atmosphere inside and rushed in one after another, overwhelming the entire bar.

Everyone looked at Chen Hao with astonished eyes, and there was a sound of admiration in their mouths.

Under the soft light above his head, Chen Hao, who was drinking leisurely, seemed to be performing an elegant art performance.

Whether it's pouring wine or throwing wine bottles, it looks extremely handsome in the eyes of all the women in the audience.

Screams and camera shots continued, with a few excited "I want to give birth to you monkeys" in the middle.

Such a comparison made Zhou Hangfei tremble with anger.

If eyes can kill, the way he looks at Chen Hao at this moment is enough to swallow Chen Hao alive.

His hands gripped the bottle tightly, his lips trembling constantly.

Throwing away the empty bottle in his hand, Zhou Hangfei grabbed another bottle with trembling hands, raised his head, and violently poured it into his mouth.

"Cough-cough-"

Before taking two sips, there was a loud "plop", Zhou Hangfei fell to the ground, and the bottle flew out.

Lying on the ground, he coughed, his limbs twitched, his chest heaved violently, and a mouthful of blood spewed out from his mouth.

In the next second, he closed his eyes and passed out.

Even under the dim light, his face was still as pale as white wax.

"It's over, it's over, it's dead!"

"It's really going to be 120 now!"

"Drunk to death, call the police!"

(End of this chapter)