Fortunately, at this time, Ao Lingyuan heard the noise and moved Chen Yifan to the bed, calmly touched Xi'er's head and said.

"Don't worry! It's okay." Only this, she was not worried at all.

Because she knew very well that drunkenness was very common for Chen Yifan, and drinking wine would be nothing more than blowing.

"Where is the God of Baccarat?" When Chen Yifan woke up, he stared at Ao Lingyuan who was lying on the bed in a daze and asked.

He just woke up and his head was still a little confused.

Although Ao Lingyuan said calmly, she didn't have to worry, she would stay and take care of her.

Ao Lingyuan looked at him resentfully: "I have already poured you two large buckets of sobering soup. If you don't wake up, I will call the police!"

"Hehe..." Chen Yifan laughed awkwardly, knowing that Ao Lingyuan was joking with him.

After all, where is the police here to report?

I guess the God of Baccarat must have left in a panic? It’s a pity that I was drunk and didn’t see it.

In the next few days, Chen Yifan had nothing to do and went to the Baccarat.

The day after he sobered up, the God of Baccarat came directly with a bowl of clear and transparent wine.

This wine is so fragrant that it can be smelled from afar.

Apart from a little bit of wine, it is the smell of flowers.

Knowing that Chen Yifan is so "unable to drink", the God of Baccarat simply improved a flower wine made specifically for his "little girlfriends".

"This time I spent 9981 days, I don't believe it..."

"Bang!" Before the wine myth was finished, Chen Yifan had already come to his respect.

"Hey...you!" Jiu Shen was stunned, and then a strong sense of decadence surged into his heart.

He is really too spicy, too spicy!

Looking at the scattered flowers and wine on the ground, the God of Baccarat turned around silently, with a calm face, and left without saying a word.

What exactly went wrong?

On the fifth day, the God of Baccarat came again.

On the tenth day, Dionysians came.

On the seventeenth day, the God of Baccarat came.

On the 28th day, the God of Baccarat came.

On this day, Chen Yifan finally did not drink the Baccarat again. He even abandoned his original intention. His taste was as light as beer. He looked at Baccarat suspiciously: "I suspect you are taking revenge on me, but I have no evidence!"

"Are you okay? If you really can't come up with a drunken wine, just give up!"

"No shame! After all, when it comes to drinking, I have never been afraid of anyone!"

Although he saw victory in sight, Chen Yifan was not as happy as he expected.

After all, it was him who was drunk!

Who can bear it when I come to get drunk every now and then?

Moreover, one or two months have passed, Chen Yifan competed with old men and women every day, and felt that his strength had improved greatly.

Even if it is a head-on fight, it should be able to fight with the wine god who has drunk it.

The God of Baccarat looked at Chen Yifan, who was holding his own wine and could still speak loudly, and he looked at him with a glaring look.

You've had enough, and you haven't been afraid of anyone drinking. No one has ever been afraid of you, right?

"Give me a drink!" At this time, the God of Baccarat was already very impatient and directly sucked Chen Yifan's head.

However, Chen Yifan is no longer the same as before and is not afraid of the God of Baccarat.

He threw the wine aside in his hand and immediately started fighting with the God of Baccarat.

The God of Baccarat was shocked. It took only how long before Chen Yifan's strength seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes.

And he was addicted to brewing wine, and for so long, he had not noticed it at all!

This time, since the fight started, the God of Baccarat didn't dare to be careless and directly took off the gourd around his waist and took a bite.

The strong smell of alcohol filled the entire space, a flame rose, but the texture was like a water-like energy dragon roaring at Chen Yifan.

Cultivators love to use dragon shapes to enhance the power of magic. Even if they reach the realm of Baccarat, they will be the same.

Because, when all biological races are born, dragons are the most powerful, and almost nothing is more powerful than it.

If so, it cannot be called a race, but a powerful single body.

At this time, the giant dragon transformed by magic power was much stronger than the real dragon.

Even if a real dragon is in front of it, it will kneel down in an instant.

Even the ancestor dragon in the three realms has no power to fight.

The God of Baccarat boasted that his strength here can be considered to be of the highest level after drinking, which is really not a brag.

However, even such a magic dragon had not been able to fight Chen Yifan for long before it collapsed.

The strength of the God of Baccarat changed slightly, as if he had thought of something, and he sneered. The wine smelled rising in the surrounding environment. The strong aroma of this wine smelled, and ordinary people would get drunk after smelling it, let alone...

However, Chen Yifan was not drunk.

Because he also used his magic power to form a barrier, blocking all the alcoholic smell and alcoholic smell outside, making it unable to touch himself.

The two of them started a long-term masterpiece. I will deal with it when you come up with a move. It lasted for two days and two nights. The vast magic power of their men also felt a little exhausted.

After all, although their magic power is huge, it consumes too much when facing a strong man of the same realm.

"Wow!" With a muffled sound, the God of Baccarat pulled away.

"Forget it! You win!" Dionysian said with a depressed look on his face.

He no longer wants to fight.

"What does it mean to win? It's like you can beat me." Chen Yifan sneered.

Even if the God of Baccarat does not retreat, he will be about to win.

The God of Baccarat gritted his teeth: "Don't behave well if you get a cheaper one! This bowl of wine is the last time you drink. If you can still get drunk, our bet will be considered as my loss!"

"From now on, you will be the eldest brother, whatever you say is!" said the God of Baccarat dejectedly.

"However, you are not allowed to stop me from playing with Xi'er, otherwise I will continue this bet!" Dionysian did not forget to negotiate with Chen Yifan, this important thing.

"..." Chen Yifan's mouth twitched.

To be honest, he was also a little tired of the long-term drunkenness and the process of waiting for the God of Baccarat to bring wine to him.

It's good to end with your own victory.

only……

Chen Yifan frowned and negotiated, "It depends on what's going on! If you tease Xi'er like last time, as Xi'er's father, your "big brother", I have the right to instruct you not to approach Xi'er!"

The two men negotiated extremely seriously based on Xi'er.

Finally, after shook hands and making peace, Chen Yifan raised his head and drank the wine sent by the God of Baccarat.

Then... without surprise, he fell down! He fell down again!

Two hours later, Chen Yifan woke up and rubbed his head. In fact, Dionysian still made progress.

For example, his drunken time is getting shorter and shorter!

Chen Yifan got out of bed and was about to go out to check it out to check it out.

However, as soon as he left the door, he found that the God of Baccarat was leaning against Xier with a "dewd" smile on his face and scratching her nose.
Chapter completed!