Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 200 Don't get drunk with a thousand cups?Let's find him

In an instant, those masters of the Xiongnu rivers and lakes returned the same way, trying their best to search for Su Tong.

"We must find him, and don't forget the sound of the arrow."

"Although he looks very weak, he is a top expert. Don't be bold enough to fight him alone, otherwise you will end up dead without a burial."

"Yes! I've seen him do it himself. It's absolutely impossible for ordinary Jianghu masters to be his opponents. The only chance is for everyone to rush forward."

"But don't be eager for quick success, otherwise, there will be no place to die!"

In the chaos, Su Tong's so-called confidantes all gave loud reminders.

Saying that, they scattered away, vowing to find Su Tong in exchange for fame.

In the blink of an eye, the Xiongnu Jianghu masters disappeared.

A while later, in the long grass not far away, Su Tong straightened up slowly, his face was already so cold that he didn't want to.

"My lord, I have done so many things for you, but I didn't expect you to want my head in a blink of an eye."

"Ying Zige, you hurt me so much, how could I let it go?"

"No matter what, I will definitely let you die in my hands, and I will definitely let you be smashed into pieces!"

In Su Tong's eyes, there was a hint of coldness in an instant.

Then slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of the border town.

A pair of eyes were already full of murderous intent.

……

In the border town, both the defenders and the border people were extremely excited.

Facing the Xiongnu iron cavalry, it was the first time that they won such a smooth victory. Since it was Zhao Gao who made the first move, everyone subconsciously believed that all this was brought by Zhao Gao.

In the border town, praises to Zhao Gao could be heard from time to time.

At the banquet, Ying Zige naturally drank alone.

[Nimma, isn't this a bit too deceitful? 】

[Obviously I did my best, but I didn't expect that in the end, I would just ignore it? 】

[Understood, it must be my useless name that made me suffer. 】

[Damn it, the more I think about it, the more painful it becomes. 】

Ying Zige kept sighing, his face full of sadness.

I originally thought that after saving the people in the border town, I would definitely be praised.

After rescuing his son Fusu and breaking the siege of the border town, after returning, that old boy Yingzheng is not happy?

But in the end, this credit was brazenly snatched by Zhao Gao.

Of course it can't be clarified, after all what Zhao Gao said is very open: everyone is his own, and they are all for the people of Daqin, why should they be so polite?

This is the so-called pattern.

If it is clarified under such circumstances, it will inevitably be underestimated by these great Qin cavalry.

What's more, it's impossible for people to believe it...

"Young Master Thirteen, don't you drink very well?"

"If you can't drink enough, you should rest early."

"That's right, it's not like Mr. Zhao Gao's drinking capacity, he can't get drunk after a thousand cups."

Some of the generals, blushing from drinking, stared at Ying Zige with a smile, and there was a look of contempt in their eyes.

"Yes, Young Master Thirteen, you are the last to join the battle. But this is enough for you, you should rest early."

Zhao Gao, who was sitting in the upper seat, smiled slightly, and there was a trace of treachery in the smile.

"Ok?"

Ying Zige frowned, and immediately became angry.

Look down on who is this?
Isn't it just a little wine?

It's not that I Ying Zige is bragging. The so-called good wine in this era is no different from water at all, and its alcohol content is extremely low.

Seeing how proud you all are, pulling anyone from my world can instantly kill you.

However, Lao Tzu's own drinking capacity is a little too much.

I'm not bragging, although I can drink three glasses of this kind of wine, I'm not convinced even if I fall down.

"Ding! The system prompts that the system has detected that the host has been killed in seconds by drinking alcohol, which made the system feel bored for a while, and cursed secretly in my heart: you really embarrass me, kid."

"Therefore, the system is very generous in rewarding a thousand cups of non-drunk physique."

"Thousand cups of non-drunk physique: no matter how much you drink, you will never feel drunk, and the more you drink, the braver you are."

"Don't embarrass me again!"

At this moment, the extremely rough voice of the system came to Ying Zige's mind.

Ying Zige:? ? ?

Is the system so violent?

However, a thousand glasses of non-drunk physique?
In other words, can I fill a cup with confidence today?
That being the case.

In the next second, the corners of Ying Zige's mouth slowly turned up, and a confident smile appeared on his face in an instant.

At the same time, a thousand cups of non-drunk physique was credited.

"It seems that Mr. Zhao is very interested today, so how about I drink ten cups with Mr. Zhao today?"

Ying Zige got up slowly, and directly lifted the wine jar.

At this moment, invisible arrogance surrounded him.

In the hall, it fell into silence in an instant.

Those generals looked at me and I looked at you, and then they burst out laughing.

Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang frowned slightly and shook their heads.

Jian Nu and Han Baichuan were also speechless.

No one knows better than the two of them how the young master's drinking capacity is.

Once on the streets of Xianyang, the thirteenth son tasted a bowl of wine very curiously, and then he stretched out his thumb and applauded loudly.

As a result, in less than a few seconds, he fell straight up with that thumb up, and was immediately drunk for a day and a night.

With this amount of alcohol, it is already a miracle to be able to hold on to it until now.

To fight wine with Zhao Gao?
This is simply asking for humiliation!
Just when they were thinking about how to help the thirteenth son stop this duel, Zhao Gao's rampant voice suddenly rang out.

"Okay! Young Master Thirteen, let's drink these ten cups."

Zhao Gao suddenly got up, his face was full of anticipation, waiting for Ying Zige to make a fool of himself.

All important people in Xianyang monitored by the Luowang organization, especially people with special identities like Ying Zige, are naturally more under control.

Zhao Gao knew all the details, so he naturally knew how much the other party was drinking.

The amount of wine in one glass, you want to fight ten glasses in a row with me?

I'm afraid you will make a fool of yourself on the spot.

"I fuck you as you please!"

At this moment, Ying Zige smiled slightly, rolled up his sleeves and gulped down the wine from the wine jar.

This majestic scene instantly stunned everyone.

Only Han Baichuan stood up with ease, directly brought a woolen cushion, and placed it gently on Ying Zige's body.

Then he sighed and raised his hands up, ready to catch the thirteenth son who was about to fall.

There was a sigh in my heart.

Tell me, you are always a person who likes to lie flat, when did you become so pushy?

Obviously he can't drink enough, so he has to compete with others.

bang!
Look, doesn't this just fall down?
(End of this chapter)