Assistant of Douluo World

Zhang Lan was bare-chested, with only his trousers and underwear left on his body. His muscles were as knotted as a steel candle dragon, and hideous scars appeared on his body, highlighting this man's past glory and powerful.

What Zhang Lan was holding was a huge cup (similar to a draft beer cup), which contained an orange-red liquid that looked like oolong tea. However, judging from the strong aroma of wine coming from inside, it was definitely not a drink like oolong tea.

Zhang Lan's face was red and his eyes were a little dull. It was obvious that he was drunk.

He stood on a huge table. Under the table lay a dozen naked men sleeping soundly, as well as dozens of empty bottles.

Opposite Zhang Lan is also his No. 19 opponent, Hai Lao, who is the auxiliary Soul Emperor!

At this time, Hai Lao was in an even worse state than Zhang Lan. He was half-kneeling on the table. His originally pale face was already red from drunkenness, and his beard was already wet with alcohol.

At this time, Hai Lao's body was almost like Zhang Lan's, but he was even worse than Zhang Lan, with only one pair of underwear left on his body.

"Come again!"

Hai Lao shook the dice in his hand and muttered to Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan didn't say anything. He shook his sieve on the table firmly and then put it down. His eyes seemed to be releasing infinite flames, and he stared straight at Hai Lao with a strong fighting spirit.

Hai Lao was also inspired by Zhang Lan's fighting eyes at this moment. He glared angrily and shook his sieve fiercely.

boom!

The sieve box landed on the table with a loud bang.

Hai Lao looked at Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan also looked at Hai Lao.

The atmosphere of a life-or-death showdown between two hesitant masters affected the people around them. A circle formed around them, and the excited and cheering crowd also fell silent, waiting for the final life-or-death contest between the two "masters" in the center.

Xue Qinghe saw such a scene when he entered the door.

Zhang Lan and Hai Lao were almost naked and looked at each other affectionately on the huge table, while the surrounding crowd looked at the two people in the center with admiration and did not even dare to make a sound.

Under the table, there were more than a dozen naked men lying densely packed. If Xue Qinghe saw it correctly, those were his bodyguards.

"what's going on?"

Even though Xue Qinghe, who had always been calm and composed and never disturbed by anything, was feeling like thunder rolling in his heart at this moment, his face was full of confusion.

It was just because he was too shocked, his voice was too low, and the people present were too focused that Xue Qinghe's arrival was not noticed by people.

At the end of the table, Zhang Lan and Hai Lao opened the sieves in their hands at the same time, as if they had a tacit understanding, and shouted passionately: "Open!"*2

In the sieve box between them, Zhang Lan's sieve was [-].

And Ebi's sieve box contained one, three, and five.

Their gameplay was not complicated, it was just a simple competition. At this time, it was obvious that Zhang Lan won.

"Oooo!!!"

"Ula!!!"

Everyone present roared with great excitement, as if they had won.

Then immediately after, the crowd began to divide into two categories.

One type kept shouting - "Take it off!" "Take it off!" "Take it off!"

The other type kept shouting - "Drink!" "Drink!" "Drink!"

The voices of the two groups were equally high and low, and in the middle of the field, Hai Lao looked hesitant for a moment, then firmly picked up the wine in his hand.

When people saw Ebi making his choice, they all roared happily and cheered for Ebi.

Hai Lao looked resolute, like a warrior going to death. He picked up the wine glass, raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp.

Then he stood up slowly, shaking his body, pinching his nose with one hand, and even lowering his head with the other hand and starting to spin in circles.

If Ebi successfully completes three rounds without falling down or falling under the table, Ebi survives this round and can compete with Zhang Lan in the next round.

If not, then Ebi will be stripped of his clothes and thrown under the table like the previous nineteen losers.

lap!Two laps!

On the third lap, Ebi suddenly stumbled, fell straight down, and fell under the table.

"Oooo!"

Seeing this scene, most of the crowd immediately started cheering excitedly, and then several people went up to strip off the last bit of dignity from Ebi, and threw it into the middle of the group of sleeping big men.

Zhang Lan stood up drunkenly, holding his wine glass in his hand with an invincible look on his face.

Zhang Lan closed her eyes and didn't speak, as if she was brewing something.

The crowd in the audience also held their breath at this moment, looking at Zhang Lan on the table with admiration.

Two seconds later, Zhang Lan exhaled and shouted: "Who else?!!"

Hearing Zhang Lan's roar, the crowd was stunned, and then they shouted Zhang Lan's name excitedly.

"Zhang Lan!"

"Zhang Lan!"

"Zhang Lan!"

Zhang Lan also closed his eyes, raised his arms, and raised his head.

An invincible look.

Until he suddenly felt the surroundings suddenly become quiet.

Zhang Lan opened her eyes in confusion. Why was there no cheering?

Then he saw Xue Qinghe standing in front of him with a frosty face.

Then he felt a pain in his head, his eyes went dark, and his body lost consciousness.

Xue Qinghe looked at Zhang Lan who was knocked unconscious on the table by him with an axe, but the anger in his heart did not decrease at all. These guys, have they finished their bottom line and shame with the wine?

This is too dirty!What do dozens of men look like naked!

It just polluted his eyes, it was horrible!

"Are you still making noise?"

Xue Qinghe looked at the booing crowd around him. These crowds were also his attendants and guards.

"Hehe~!"

Xue Qinghe sneered.

The people around him couldn't help but shrink their necks.

This was the first time they saw the usually gentle His Highness Xue Qinghe get angry.

Xue Qinghe pointed at the pile of invisible objects under the table.

"Take them away for me and clean the house for me."

After finishing speaking, Xue Qinghe took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart. After all, his character, Xue Qinghe, was not someone who liked to get angry and criticize his subordinates.

After finishing speaking, Xue Qinghe looked at Zhang Lan again, with a sneer on his cold face, and then turned and left.

When the crowd saw Xue Qinghe leaving, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The angry look of Xue Qinghe just now was so scary that they couldn't even breathe.

Then everyone recalled Xue Qinghe's last sneer, and couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for Zhang Lan, Ebi and the guards who were sleeping soundly under the table.

They didn't think that the main criminals like Zhang Lan would be fine so easily. When they wake up tomorrow, there will definitely be more terrifying punishments waiting for Zhang Lan and the main criminals.

But everyone will definitely not go to Zhang Lan and others to plead for mercy.

A dead Taoist friend should not die a poor Taoist~

Everyone quickly moved Zhang Lan and others to other rooms to sleep. After cleaning the room, they all rested and prepared to watch the excitement tomorrow.