In front of everyone's eyes, Zhao Shiren drank twenty glasses of foreign wine, which immediately caused applause and thunder from the surrounding onlookers, and this arrogant and dry momentum made everyone admire.

"Come on! Go on!

Zhao Shiren raised his hand and wiped the remaining foreign wine at the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and raised his head and shouted arrogantly.

A century war officially began, more and more people came to Emperor Star to watch, even the MC and DJ on the stage were more and more excited, shouting microphones, pulling the atmosphere of the competition to the highest point.

Suddenly, the atmosphere of the scene was like a volcanic eruption, and the entire bar hall began to boil, discussing who lost and who won on both sides.

......

Boom....

Oh, how is this possible!

Every time the budget is good, why is he cut off when he is just about to shoot? Zhao Shiren poured the foreign wine into the pot one by one, and looked at Liang Chen unwillingly.

It's been three consecutive games.

The 20 cups of foreign wine in the third game were all led by Liang Chen first.

Everyone looked at Zhao Shiren dumbfounded, as if the god of luck no longer belonged to Zhao Shiren, and all the good luck belonged to Liang Chen.

Zhao Shiren's amount of alcohol is indeed more drinkable, and after all these years in the bar, he has more or less practiced a good amount of alcohol, but in the face of Liang Chen's good luck again and again, Zhao Shiren feels that he is about to be unable to swallow.

In the fourth game, in the end, Liang Chen still shook Zhao Shiren's number, and everyone present was shocked, once may be a coincidence, but four times in a row is not a coincidence.

Another twenty glasses of pure foreign wine.

Zhao Shiren swallowed his saliva, he had almost drunk three bottles of foreign wine alone, and if he drank it again, I am afraid that the limit will come, and even the stomach of the iron beating will not be able to survive.

In addition to the light music, everyone else was surprisingly quiet, as if Zhao Shiren's loss made them recognize a realistic problem, that is, whether Zhao Shiren's name as the god of wine could be kept.

Facing the half-pot of foreign wine, Zhao Shiren took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and picked up the pot nervously, it was a half-pot of foreign wine, and I am afraid that even the antidote medicine could not be saved if he drank it.

"How is this possible! You boy, shouldn't it be out of the old thousands, shake to two sixes for four consecutive games, this is simply impossible! Just

when Zhao Shiren was holding the tie pot and was about to start drinking, Zhou Min, as his licking dog, of course, had to stand up and speak for him.

Out of the old age?

Is the use of the system considered old?

Liang Chen sniffled and said, "Huh! How? Can't afford to lose? I still feel that I deserve the title of Dionysus, so I let the little minions come out and speak! The

words immediately made Zhou Min's eyes anxious.

It's good to say anything, but you can't say he's a little brat.

Zhou Min glared at Liang Chen angrily, rolled up his sleeves and roared angrily in a posture that he was about to fight: "You give Lao Tzu so little nonsense, do you think you are a gambling saint?" Shake four innings to six in a row, this is simply impossible! Don't explain it honestly, quickly say, is it out of the old age!

"Huh! Out of the old age? Then you can shake it and see if I am out of the old thousands! The

atmosphere at the scene was stiff, Liang Chen sat on the sofa, leisurely lit a cigarette, took a heavy breath, and looked at Zhou Min with disdain and said.

Just when Zhou Min said Lao Qian, Zhao Shiren also felt that something was not right.

At first, he didn't think much about it, after all, he can sometimes shake the same number of points several times in a row, but the spacing is different.

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