Chapter 257: The strength of the **** of war

Chapter 257 The Strength of the God of War

"Hahaha!" Oolong God of War laughed happily, "She is indeed a good and reasonable girl! Little brother Lin Fan, you are really lucky!" His words were full of admiration and envy, but also mixed with A subtle hint of cunning.

Zhanhun stood aside and watched all this happening, with a trace of cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He did not expect that the Oolong God of War would act so unconventionally, nor did he expect that Lin Fan and Suzaku would integrate into the circle so quickly and receive such a warm welcome. This dealt a big blow to his original plan, but he also knew that now was not the time to have an attack.

"Let's go!" Oolong God of War put his arms around Lin Fan and Suzaku's shoulders, "Let's go out for a drink so that we can get acquainted! I, Oolong God of War, are treating you today!" His words were full of pride and domineering, as if he was the whole world at this moment. center of.

With that said, the Oolong God of War grabbed Lin Fan, who had not yet recovered, and enthusiastically pushed him towards the door of the auction house. Lin Fan was in a trance. All this happened so suddenly, and he hadn't had time to digest it properly. He looked back at the fighting spirit three times a step, only to see the fighting spirit smiling at him. There seemed to be a bit of helplessness and bitterness in that smile, as if to say: "Boy, you have made me suffer a lot this time."

Lin Fan was secretly amused. It turned out that Lord War Spirit, who was praised by everyone and was so majestic, had his moments of failure. He couldn't help but sigh with emotion. This divine martial arts meeting was indeed extraordinary, and could actually put a strong man like War Spirit into such a situation.

 In the corner of the crowd, Liu Yangdong looked at the entrance of the auction house with a blank expression. His eyes were deep and complicated, as if he was thinking about something. Jin Fei stood beside him and tried to pull him away several times, but failed to make him react. She knew that Liu Yangdong must be feeling very heavy at the moment, after all, he had just experienced such a big blow.

It wasn’t until Tianlong Fei came over that Liu Yangdong’s eyes began to slowly gather light. Tian Longfei looked at his son, sighed deeply, and then said: "Liu'er, let's go home." His tone was unprecedentedly solemn, as if he was talking about something extremely important.

Liu Yangdong’s throat rolled, but he insisted on not saying anything to resist. He nodded dullly, and then followed Tian Longfei silently. Jin Fei looked at their departing figures thoughtfully, feeling filled with emotion in her heart. She knew that this incident had dealt a heavy blow to Liu Yangdong, but she also believed that he would be able to get back on his feet.

After several rounds of drinking, there were not many delicacies left on the table, and the sky gradually became dim while the wine was flowing. War Spirit looked at Lin Fan, who was already a little drunk, and secretly thought that it was time to end this banquet. He coughed lightly, winked at the Oolong God of War, and said, "Oolong God of War, little brother Lin Fan drank a lot tonight. It's time for him to go back and rest."

Hearing this, the Oolong God of War put down the wine glass in his hand and took a slow sip of the fine tea. This tea is overflowing with fragrance and has a light aftertaste, which is perfect for hangovers. He smiled softly, and to Zhanhun's surprise, he did not refute, but followed the words and said: "Okay, let's get here first today. If I have time some other time, I will definitely invite my little brother to my house for a drink. We won't be drunk by then. Not return."

However, Lin Fan didn't seem to be fully enjoying himself. He looked at the Oolong God of War with drunken eyes and asked unclearly: "But why, why you, you didn't drink a glass of wine?" His words were full of dissatisfaction. Understanding and doubts, as if he was regretting that Oolong God of War did not drink.

Upon seeing this, Suzaku quickly half-hugged Lin Fan, fearing that he would fall. She looked at Lin Fan's drunken appearance, feeling distressed and helpless in her heart. She knew that Lin Fan was really drunk tonight, but at the same time, she thought he looked a little cute like this.

Oolong God of War listened to Lin Fan's question and smiled instead of getting angry. He touched his round belly and joked: "Me, hehe, look at me, I'm so fat. I'm afraid no one will want me if I drink again. But," he changed the subject and looked at Suzaku, "If Ms. Monroe has sisters, I wouldn't mind making an exception next time and let you have a drink with me, little brother."

Lin Fan's eyes suddenly lit up after hearing this. He struggled to stand up. Although his steps were staggering, the drunkenness in his eyes became stronger. "Really? Then, it's settled! Next time you don't drink, I, I won't drink either!" He His words are full of childlike persistence and seriousness.

 “Okay, okay!” Oolong God of War responded repeatedly, with that signature smile always on his face. He winked at Suzaku and motioned for her to take Lin Fan back to rest, "Miss Monroe, take him back. Be careful on the way, don't let him fall."

After a long time, the war spirit finished the glass of wine in his hand and stared deeply at the rising moon shadow on the horizon. The moonlight was like water, falling on his face, reflecting an indescribable vicissitude and calmness. He spoke calmly, with a hint of playfulness in his voice: "Oolong God of War, your performance today is really shocking."

 (End of this chapter)