Chapter 147 Drunken Crazy Song Encountering Flowers

Chapter 147 Drunken Crazy Song Meets Hua Lilang

The rest of the village owners also expressed their willingness to include the night in their circle. It seems that the sugar-coated shells in the dark are quite effective. The night sighed in his heart, "It's nothing more than a carrot and a stick. It works wherever you go."

Wen Zhong, who was beside him, quietly pulled the sleeve of the night and whispered, "Why is the master so ostentatious, this move..."

It seems that this think tank has some ideas. He can't figure out why the night didn't accept these people directly. Instead, it cost a lot of money to sing such a play on the stage.

"Wen Zhong, let's talk about this matter later." The night comforted. Naturally, his deep intention is in his behavior. Although Wen Zhong is wise, his thinking is still a little limited. However, he can raise this question, which shows that he is better at thinking than others, which is also the reason for his intelligence.

"Come on, you won't be drunk tonight!"

"Do it!"

"Let's have a good time, have a good time!"

This banquet has been eating and drinking until eleven or twelve o'clock. The eighteen village owners of Modaoling, 18 miles, then put on the pendulum and were taken back by their own people. What's more, he was already drunk and carried back.

Although my family drinks happily, no one dares to get drunk except the crazy tiger. Even Hawke kept three points of sobriety.

It is necessary to loosen the outside and tighten the inside.

Following the night for nearly three months, everyone has a strong sense of worry.

"Ten more urn, such a good wine, it's not in vain to walk around the world." The mad tiger swayed, and the mouse that went to pull was pushed more than ten meters away. He walked to the open space, drew his knife and danced wildly, chanting:

"How about making a sacrificial song today and drinking a thousand cups for the time being?

When I want to invite the fairy, I burst into tears.

Drink the haze again, and get drunk.

The cold mountains are full of clouds, and there are smoke waves on the river.

There are nine hundred songs of snakes in the Qingjiang River, and there are many autumn winds.

Even if there are thousands of sorrows and hatreds, it will be worn out with the sun.

Ji grows and drinks as a drum and piano, and Ruan Lang rubs the night sky.

How can the poor road be avoided? The predecessor of Gao Shi was a wine demon.

Po Weng's cup is facing the river wind, and he will live a long life.

The eternal sages have come to an end, and a cup of bright moon is more than tonight..."

is a person with a story! The night has a little appreciation, a little worry, and a little resonance. In fact, he is also good at drinking, but it is rare to indulge.

Today, I was lifted up by the mad tiger, and I was drunk again. The emotions in my heart are intertwined, and after being entangled by the past, it is difficult to suppress for a while.

Reaching out for a jar of wine and singing a water tune:

"When will the bright moon be available? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky? I want to go back in the wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. It's cold in the high place. Why does it seem to be in the world when you dance to clear the shadow?

Turn to Zhuge, low household, no sleep. There should be no hatred. What's the matter? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny. This is difficult to complete. I hope that people can live together for a long time.

In my memory, I should like this word very much. After expressing the depression in his chest, the night was stunned in place.

"Good sentence, 'I hope people will live for a long time and live together for thousands of miles'. Brother Taiwan must be a person with a story." In the night sky, someone in white clothes stepped on a string of green bamboo leaves and slowly fell down.

Everyone was shocked. The camp was cautious. How could there be strangers?

"Who are you?" Zhao Yibiao couldn't hold his face. He took out a long gun and pointed to the person. The tip of the gun burst out with a "sizz" sound.

The person who came was neither humble nor arrogant. He ignored Zhao Yibiao and hugged his fist to the night and said, "I'm the second head of Hua Lilang in the Zizhu Village, and I've seen Wu Dangjia."

"The light kung fu of a handsome flower!" The night exclaimed. He was also secretly surprised in his heart. This man's crystal power is only 200, and he can control bamboo leaves and cross the void. I'm afraid it's a person of origin.

What's more surprising is the appearance of this person. Although he can recognize a man at a glance, his appearance is as beautiful as Xiao Ruxuan. The brocade show shoes, and there is a jade pendant at the waist. Compared with his own hypocrite Xiaoxin, it is difficult to distinguish. It's more like the spring orchid and autumn chrysanthemum, each with its own advantages.

"Wu Dang's family praised it, and I hope you can forgive me for being abrupt." Hua Lilang said modestly, "I don't want to attend the banquet tonight. But the mountains are lonely, and I don't know why I came here. Hearing the noise at the foot of the mountain, I sat withered all night. Hearing Wu's singing about wine touched his mind, but he couldn't help it.

This is also a person with a story! The night sighed. He ordered Zhao Yibiao and others to lift their guard and made a gesture of invitation to Hua Lilang: "It's the same as the end of the world. Why do we have to know each other when we meet? Don't talk about anything else tonight, just get drunk."

"Okay," Hua Lilang was not polite and looked for a seat. The night wink at Zhao Yibiao, and Zhao Yibiao hurriedly led a group of subordinates to leave. The rest also went back to rest, leaving only the mad tiger.

The mad tiger was definitely drunk today. He raised the wine urn and said to Hua Lilang, "Come on! This girl, let's have a drink together.

Hua Lilang looked embarrassed, but he adjusted it immediately. It seems that being misunderstood is not a matter of a day or two. Seeing that the mad tiger was drunk, he didn't distinguish it. He grabbed a urn of wine, raised his neck and poured it.

The mad tiger was very happy. While drinking, he said vaguely, "If I look for my mother-in-law in the future, I will have to look for this. He looks good and can also drink. Hahaha..."

Halfway through the drink, his body suddenly softened and he crawled on the desk and fell asleep.

The night spread out his hands and made a helpless posture, which was also different from Hua Lilang's explanation. Hua Lilang sighed and said, "I'm used to being called Sister Hua all day long."

"Flower is in charge, don't blame me for being abrupt. When I first arrived, I didn't know the situation in the mountain. Hei Ye rubbed his head and said politely, "I wanted to ask at this dinner party, but everyone had a good time, so the matter was delayed. Dare to ask how many capable people like you in the mountains are in charge of flowers?

"Good wine!" Hua Lilang seems to be silent in her own world, and I don't know if she has listened to the question of the night. He said to himself, "Hua has traveled around the world, not to mention Uncle Hou, at least at the level of a man. How can Wu Dang's family find a poor mountain and remote land and fall into the grass as his home?

The night nodded secretly, and this flower sister was not simple. Then he smiled bitterly and said, "It's time, luck, fate! If it is not a last resort, who is willing to leave the homeland? Running thousands of miles, what about fatigue?"

The words of the night are true with false, and false in false. There are both real feelings and ambiguity. Since Hua Li ignores him, he only has some fun.

But these words seemed to resonate with Hua Lilang. I only heard him sigh, "Hongchen is too ridiculous, and infatuation is the most boring. Why do they fall in love with each other, but they are separated? I chased thousands of miles, but I still couldn't cross that high wall.

As she spoke, even her eyes turned red. The night is not good. I'm worried. It's not easy to settle down, but you gossip with me in the middle of the night. What are you doing?

If you change it to someone else, you can directly slap and fly 5,000 miles. But the person in front of him can't do it, because he found a new use of crystal power from Hua Lilang.

Different from the control, shallow application and passive absorption of one's own induction, Hua Lilang should be a typical example of the mixed use of crystal force and internal force. It's a pity that such a good specimen is not needed for slicing and research.

The night found that he suddenly became evil, but he had no grievances or hatred with others, and he could not do such evil things. However, if you can say something, or pull it to the same camp, there may be some unexpected gains.

At the thought of this, the night suddenly became a little excited. He quickly showed a melancholy look, tilted his head at Hua Lilang, and frowned.

When Hua Lilang saw the expression of the night, he thought that the night felt sad. He lowered his head and sighed again.

Good! This emotional control is just right.

The night secretly praised his performance and suddenly said in a low voice: "It's the same end of the world. Why do we have to know each other when we meet? There is a saying that I don't know whether to say it or not?

"Oh," Hua Lilang suddenly looked up and only heard the night say, "In my hometown, some singers often play and sing, 'If the two love are long, how can they be in the morning and evening?' This song sounds sad, but it makes sense. I don't know what the flower family thinks?

"Is it in the morning and evening, and in the morning and evening?" Hua Lilang repeated it twice, and suddenly arched his hand and thanked the night, "Listen to your words, it's better to read a book for ten years. Lilang has been taught."

The night smiled and raised the wine urn in his hand to Hua Lilang.

Hua Lilang also raised the wine urn and swallowed it with his neck up. The wine flowed down the neck to the clothes. I'm afraid it doesn't feel good in the cold winter, but Hua Lilang doesn't seem to be aware of it.

When the urn was dry, he suddenly shook the wine urn and rose into the air. A pile of bamboo leaves shot in his hand, gently under his feet, and unexpectedly drifted away. There was loud laughter in the air, and a few more words fell: "Thank you, Wu, for your call. Let's goodbye tonight. He opened the cottage every day, and Lilang visited again.

"Damn it," the night swore and scolded in his stomach, "You think I'm the gate here. Come and leave if you want?"

But just think about it, he didn't mean to embarrass Hua Lilang.

After experiencing this, I gave him a reminder. The group of people in their own group have been tense for several months, and they suddenly relax. It is easy to make mistakes. The camp seems to be close, but in fact it is full of loopholes.

"My own soldier," the night shouted.

"Yes," immediately a black soldier came to listen to the order.

"Take Hong Tai back to the barracks to rest."

"No!"

After the soldiers responded, they quickly ran to the mad tiger lying on the long case, raised his arm and dragged him up. The mad tiger suddenly struggled hard and opened his sleepy eyes, as if he had woken up again.

I saw him push his own soldiers away, swinging under his feet, and humming in a daze: "Tonight, the moon is beautiful, like a beautiful leg... Langli, Langli Grand..."

The soldier looked helpless and looked at the night.

"Call a few more people, no matter what method you use, get them back for me. If you sleep outside all night, you will become a zombie tomorrow morning. He doesn't want to die. I can't afford to lose this person!" The night is not happy.

The soldiers quickly ran away and called seven or eight men. He clamped the mad tiger's limbs and forced it back. He stayed by himself and waited for the night's dispatch.

It's very clever. This soldier is good. The night nodded and ordered the soldiers, "Call Jiufang Jietian and Wenzhong to the Chinese army tent later. I'll go there first." After saying that, he stepped up and left.

It's so eventable tonight that it's hard to fall asleep.