Yang Fan so coax together, the presence of those behind him, as well as those who did not have a clear position, have called up.

    "Drink, drink, drink."

    Tang Feng sat there with his side, his eyes looking at the three former high school classmates standing behind him.

    In some vague memories, I can barely remember the names of the three people.

    Zhou Ming, Zhao Chao, Zheng Hongbin.

    In high school, these three people followed Yang Fan''s butt. All day long, they ate Yang Fan and drank Yang Fan. When Yang Fan had something to do, they rushed to the front. They were typical Yang Fan''s dog legs.

    Zhou Ming was holding the small wine glass in his hand and looking at Tang Feng. When he heard the noise from people around him, he gritted his teeth and picked up a glass on the table.

    Three or three glasses, this kind of glass, a stuffy, that is not the average person can stand.

    At least, when Tang Feng was on the earth, he drank it once. After this cup, although he was not dizzy, your stomach would never feel better.

    After Zhou Ming took the glass, he did not drink it immediately, but looked at Tang Feng.

    Tang Feng smiled and lifted up the glass. It was just a mouthful. He poured the liquor into his stomach. The spicy liquor went into the belly, and there was only a distinctive smell of wine.

    What a body strong as iron and steel, and the strength of the body is a big truck bumping into it. It is also a safe and reliable way to deal with the baijiu.

    Seeing that Tang Feng drank it all, and his face was still full of emotion, Zhou Ming''s heart was drawn twice.

    "And let you proud, I''d like to see, no matter how much you drink, you can still carry so many people''s drinking?" Zhou Ming''s heart was cold and humming, and then poured the cup of Baijiu into his mouth.

    Tang Feng''s fingers, hidden under the table, flicked a little where others couldn''t see them.

    A piece of white grain that could not be seen by the naked eye flew out and hit Zhou Ming''s throat directly.

    At that time, the Baijiu and Zhou Ming did not swallow it completely. Then, when white mans struck the throat of Zhou Ming, Zhou Ming''s face suddenly became red. Then he looked up and came to a blowout.

    The freshly poured Baijiu sprayed out of the bottle, and the scene was magnificent.

    After the blowout, Zhou Ming sat down on the ground, holding his throat with both hands, coughing desperately. His expression, not to mention how painful it was.

    Zhao Chao and Zheng Hongbin, who were standing in the back, were stunned for a moment. Then, they rushed forward and set up Zhou Ming''s arm while patting him on the back.

    Tang Feng sat there, looking at the embarrassed Zhou Ming, with a sneer in his heart.

    Just now, coupled with choking wine, Zhou Ming was afraid that he would not be able to slow down for a while and a half.

    "If you can''t drink it, don''t try to be brave. Now you''re making a fool of yourself. You deserve it. You always flatter Yang Fan and count on others." Jiang Tonghe, sitting next to Tang Feng, said in a low voice. There was some schadenfreude in his words.

    "Zhou Ming, is that ok? If you can''t, go to the side and have a rest. " Tang Feng narrowed his eyes, smoked Zhou Ming and asked with a smile.

    At this time, Zhou Ming, choked, rolled his eyes. He wanted to speak, but he couldn''t say it. As for continuing to drink, as he is now, he can''t drink any more.

    This also owes to his strong and healthy body. If his physical quality is not very good, just now, I''m afraid he will faint on the spot.

    "Zhou Ming is not in shape today. Come on, I''ll drink for him." Zhao Chao handed Zhou Ming over to Zheng Hongbin, took a wine glass on the table and said coldly.

    Intuitively, Zhao Chao always feels that Zhou Ming''s sudden choking is related to Tang Feng.

    After all, he has been with Zhou Ming for so many years, and he knows how much he drinks. Moreover, they have been drinking together for so many years, and there has never been any choking.

    Of course, just now, he was watching. Tang Feng didn''t have any direct contact with Zhou Ming, so it was just an intuition.

    Yang Fan asked them to irrigate Tang Feng. Now that Zhou Ming is in such a mess, if he loses face, he has to find the place.

    "We Pingyang''s rules, even three drinks, do you dare?" What Zhao Chao said is very hard.

    It''s like, this is not a meeting between classmates again, but a fight between enemies of life and death.

    "Zhao Chao, you''ve gone too far. Today is our classmate''s party. Why are you so stiff?" Tang Feng has not yet opened his mouth. Anxin, who is sitting next to Tang Feng, quit. He stood up and said aloud.

    "Tang Feng, if you say something, will you drink or not? If I don''t drink it, I will not give Zhao Chao face. " Zhao Chao doesn''t even look at an Xin. He stares at Tang Feng and says coldly.

    Hearing Zhao Chao''s overbearing words, Tang Feng couldn''t help laughing.

    Face?

    How much is Zhao Chao''s face worth?

    Let alone Zhao Chao, he is not qualified to talk to the most noble person in the world.

    If in the past, he was in the starry sky and pretended to be inferior, and dared to shout in front of him like this, he would definitely throw out an immortal Dharma and banish it directly to the nine secluded places, and let it sink forever.

    However, this is the earth. He doesn''t intend to do the same thing in the past.

    Of course, the main reason is that his Yuanshen was damaged and his cultivation was lost, so he could not use the Taoist and immortal methods.

    That plain smile, always hanging on Tang Feng''s face.

    He turned his head and thought of something interesting. He laughed again.

    Without speaking, he picked up another glass and filled it with wine.

    "You want to drink, that line, first drank these three baijiu." Full of wine, he raised his head, squinted at Zhao Chao and said.

    All the people watching the scene couldn''t help taking a puff of air.

    This kind of cup, three cups is a Jin, without food, even dry three cups, really not ordinary people can stand.

    Zhao Chao stood there, watching Tang Feng, and looking at the three cups of Baijiu on the table. His eyebrows wrinkled for a few moments, then he bit his teeth and put up the first glass of wine.

    With such a heavy drink, we can see that Zhao Chao is a man who can drink.

    After the first glass of wine was stuffy, Zhao Chao slowed down for a while, picked up a wine cup on the table again and put it on his mouth.

    This time, he was much slower.

    In the whole process, Tang Feng did not look at him.

    Tang Feng sat there, holding another bottle of wine in his hand, opened the bottle, then took a bowl from the side and poured the whole bottle into the bowl.

    Those people nearby, secretly looking at Tang Feng, some confused.