Host, You're Targeted

On the wine table, Xu Qingdu watched a group of people holding cards and playing flying chess. They were bored and biting pearls in their mouths.

Song Zhiye may really be the God of Europe. Even if he plays flying chess, he can always become the first player to return all flags to his position.

After three games, they couldn't see his stinky appearance after winning. They held him down together and told other friends who wanted to play.

Song Zhiye was held down by his hands and feet, but his mouth could move freely. He looked at a group of people who had been suppressed by him for a long time and was ready to move. He refused to yield and cried: "who! Who dares to take my place? I'll kill him when I get back! I am the biggest table now! Who dares to take my place? Ah? Outlook! Take your hand back to me

Yu Hai, Qin Da Sen and song Xiang sat on the side fighting against the landlords, totally ignoring their young people's side of the world.

Looking at the chess pieces on the table, he thought about it carefully, but he still drew his hand back.

Although he didn't want to admit it, song Zhiye was indeed the "biggest" in the table. Since he said that he would be the one who robbed his chess pieces at night, he would certainly not let people sleep well.

Looking forward to the choice between enjoying a moment's pleasure and sleeping a good sleep, or choose the latter.

Seeing that everyone did not dare to take song Zhiye's chess pieces, song Zhiye sneered and tried to get rid of the people's hands to take his own pieces. However, at the moment when he broke away, a thin white wrist stretched out from the side and took the pieces in front of him.

"I'll do it!" Xu Qingdu pushed the milk tea to the side, arranged the pieces on the flying chess, looked up at the song Zhiye next to him, "I also want to play."

Song Zhiye looked at Xu Qingdu's weak eyes with pleading. The momentum just now disappeared. He could not bear to nod his head in Xu Qingdu's soft eyes. After nodding his head, he seemed to feel unwilling. His hands covered his face and his feet kicked on the floor twice.

Xu Qingdu laughed twice, put the pieces in order, raised his head and laughed at a group of people opposite him, "come on!"

A group of people looking at Xu Qingdu and song Zhiye suddenly feel a little confused.

Xu Qingdu was the one who made a compromise on the issue of drinking. How come the compromise on flying chess has become the magistrate of Song Dynasty? Who are these two people afraid of? Who has the final say for the two?

Looking forward to and Lu Fei two people face "you are still too young" expression, shaking the dice in hand, beckoning everyone to continue to play the game.

"Come and go on, the punishment is the same this time. You lose and drink!"

"No way!" Song Zhiye, who was still remorseful, immediately sat up straight, staring at the prospect of the referee and the crowd, "my brother poured a cup, and he can't drink. If you give him a drink, I'll be you now!"

Looking forward to a shiver, as if to see song Zhiye pinching his neck, sneering and saying to him with death to apologize.

"What..." Looking forward to an embarrassed smile, trying to protect the punishment between the adults, "brother, no! Cross the gods! Crossing God is not sure to lose! You are the God of Europe. Your chess pieces he uses are still sitting beside you, and you will surely win

Song Zhiye looked at the prospect indifferently, holding his chest in both hands, leaning his back on the stool without speaking, so he looked at the prospect in silence.

Looking back at Song Zhiye's death gaze, he takes a box of red wine flavored pocky bars from the table of the juvenile group nearby and pats it on the table.

"Come on! Red wine flavor is my last stubborn! The loser in this game is looking for someone to eat pocky! It's time to bet on dignity! "

Xu Qingdu looked at the box of pocky with a smile and suddenly wanted to lose.