After Becoming a Little Sister

So Spicy Chicken Shredded has never brushed mobs, especially this kind of pure and unpretentious one.

"Speaking of which, where are the people from the Ninth Bureau?" Aliya suddenly remembered this: "Where are the liaison officer and the others?"

"Below." Xiong Luoli gestured with her chin to the super huge floor-to-ceiling glass wall next to it. Outside the wall are airways and planes, as well as the convoy lined up under the airport terminal. The field officers of the Ninth Bureau are there Below: "Before I said to go directly, but then everyone took a look inside the terminal building on a whim, probably thinking about the rest time of more than ten minutes, and there are Aige and Brooke, so don't worry too much?"

No, rather than not being worried, it is better to say that they are not the ones to worry about.

Nuwa!Are you doing something behind your back again!

Aliya sneered, so that she would not be fooled and used as a gunman again. The same move is useless for the saint warrior the second time!

Although those holy fighters who clamored to be useless were beaten to death time and time again by the black-bellied goddess Saori with the same moves...

"This trip to Eastern Europe, my little fairy Ai is the little white flower in the absolutely weak greenhouse." Alia patted her chest - crossed out, there is no such thing - patted her conscience: "Call Man! Let that professional figure this out!"

No one should try to pull out the flowers to alarm Ezra below!

Thinking of this, she even hid behind the muscular sister Gui Aige very fittingly.

This made Muscular Sister Gui Aige feel weird that she was plugged out of the tank to act as reactive armor...

Khaki wildly glanced at Alia's back, and thought that fortunately, this drunk has not yet had the ability to fill Alia's anger gauge. He was relieved and took two steps forward: "Leave it to me to deal with it. In terms of aspects, I understand a little bit, in fact, I quite like Maozi's side."

The confrontation between the bald drunk and the spicy chicken has reached the point of mutual beauty, that kind of extreme tone of "iron baa—" plus the thick lines of JOJO to outline the style of painting, it seems that a fight is going to happen in the next second.

The weeping cat, Maotou, has already started rolling up her sleeves. Although the cat usually looks like she is being bullied, it depends on who is bullying her.

Poseidon Poseidon holds a pocket book in one hand and kicks in her pocket with the other, standing calmly behind the crying cat Maotou, ready to rescue people in an emergency.

Well, if you beat this bald drunk to death, it might be quite troublesome. She is going to kneel down and pinch him right now.

But what no one expected was that the bald drunk was not alone.

He is not alone, just like the second half of Baidi Shengjian's sentence is "Yu Jian follows me". When they performed their expressions on each other, many morons gathered around and looked at spicy chicken shreds with unkind expressions.

Look at the weakness of the little bourgeois in you!Are you from Millican?You have to be ashamed!Be ashamed!

"The bald gang?" Aliya raised her eyebrows: "This thing still exists? Isn't it..."

"Aya, is this okay?" Lianhua was a little scared: "It always feels like things are not right..."

The seven or eight men who surrounded them were just about to boo and say something, when a figure next to them stepped in and stopped them both.

It's khaki wild - and vodka in his hand!

But why vodka?

Everyone looked at him suspiciously, and the khaki wild man said something in Maozixiong, then handed over a bottle of wine in his hand, and gestured.

Immediately, there was a roar of laughter from the hunk, as if watching a little kid provoke an adult.

One of the Maozi stood up and pointed at the wild khaki in the half-baked Republic language: "You, Republic people, go away-she! Yankees! Curse us! Suka Bule!"

Maozi may not treat the people of the Republic particularly favorably, but if a person from the Republic of China is in front of a person from the Republic of China, then there is a high probability that they will say hello to the person from the Republic of China first—it is better to say that the whole of Europa looks at the people of the Republic of China. The mentality is the kind of mixture of lemons and contempt.

Of course, in Europa's chain of contempt, Maozi is the kind that is despised by people from other places, including Yankees.

But Khaki was wild and persistent—or provocatively put the vodka in his hand into the opponent's arms.

"You won, we apologize, I won, you apologize." Khaki wildly unscrewed the bottle cap to indicate that this bottle is brand new and just bought, not a weakened version mixed with alcohol: "Drink!"

A few Maozi looked at each other, looking at each other a little bit, but the ones behind started booing.

There were quite a few people at the airport. Some people looked over as if they were watching the excitement, and some airport security personnel rushed over here with their batons on their waists. When there were more people, those bald men seemed to realize something. The expression is a bit ugly: "You, call someone?"

What a fart, Khaki sighed wildly, if it was really a shame, you would have been lying on the ground by now.

He didn't bother to explain anything, he raised the vodka in his hand like pouring water, and drank it in one gulp, a 550ml bottle, and just poured it down, even Maozi could stare straight.

"This--"

Some people didn't understand why, and some people cheered, clapping their hands to watch the commotion, it's no big deal. The airport security personnel rushed over and looked at the bald man with a gloomy expression: "Kaseyev! What are you doing again!"

"I—he invited me to drink!" The bald man said so, his throat rolled, and he gestured for the water of life in his hand.

Of course not greedy, but scared.

Even if it's a real hairy boy, drinking this stuff is just a few sips a few sips, how can you blow the bottle...

Naturally, the security staff at the airport would not believe his nonsense, and looked up and down the protagonist group. All the boys and girls were glamorous, and it was definitely this guy who drank too much and went to pick things up. The kind who keep making small mistakes, like to pick on passengers who are like persimmons and bully them, and they don't like to blackmail them with big mouths. Even formal prosecutions are of little use.

Please drink?

You're forcing people to buy you wine, right?

And it's this kind of vodka that specializes in deceiving tourists!

However, before he could say anything, a girl who looked soft and tender came out from the crowd.

When she moved, the muscular elder sister Gui who was standing still like an iron tower also moved. She carried the little loli on her shoulders, and her heavy tactical boots hit the marble tiles of the airport, following behind the girl. The back just came into everyone's eyes, like a guardian beast.

This height!This size!

This familiar giant bear-like momentum!

These bald heads all became serious, and their expressions became serious—on Maozi's territory, women's fighting power was extremely polarized, and the muscular sister, Gui Aige, looked like the strong side no matter how they looked, carrying logs and chasing bears The kind that makes them imprinted in their DNA keep warning them.

But the strange thing is that it wasn't Muscle Sister Gui who spoke, but the girl.

The girl approached with a smile on her face, took a bottle of vodka, unscrewed it in front of everyone, and gave a thumbs up: "Haha!"

Then he blew a third of the bottle without saying a word, hiccupped and blushed at the same time, gestured to the bottle in his hand, as if asking why the other party didn't drink.

Muscular sister Gui Aige opened her mouth with hairy and bearish language: "Since you said that someone invited you to drink, why didn't you drink?"

The bald drunkard suspected that they bought fake wine, and the bottle in his hand was probably water in a vodka bottle. Otherwise, how could they be so refreshing?

Is it possible that the legendary ruthless drinking robot in the Republic that can drink vodka as plain water is still everywhere?

So many that you can just drag two of them together?

nonexistent!

Although I still remember the urban legend that I heard in the army that a staff officer of the Republic drank three tables of General Maozi, but the bald drunk looked at the muscular sister Gui with an indifferent expression, and then at the airport security personnel with a bad expression. , I still made up my mind, mumbled something, unscrewed the bottle cap in my hand, raised my head boldly, and poured it——

"Puff—cough! Cough cough..."

Turning his head and spitting out half a sip of wine, the bald drunk's face flushed red and his eyes were dull.

Not fake wine?

Everyone didn't know whether it was because he was choked or simply hurt by the vodka, but they just watched and waited for him to continue drinking.

Don't be cowardly, whoever is cowardly belongs to Ermao's family!

Weeping Maomaotou dragged a few pieces of vodka directly from the souvenir counter next to it, and opened them up in front of everyone.

Theoretically, each person can buy four bottles of this thing in the airport duty-free shop, and each bottle costs [-] rubles. But if you can drink it, theoretically, no one cares if you buy [-] bottles and drink it up on the spot—anyway, no one cares now. .

Khaki Kuangfang stuffed a bottle for each of the bald heads with a good temper, and took another bottle himself, then pointed to Alia and said: "She, woman, one bottle, you two bottles, me, man, one bottle." bottle, you have a bottle, I invite you to drink, it's fair!"

As he said that, he hiccupped, smacked his lips and explained, "The previous bottle doesn't count."

The onlookers understood what he said, and they booed and shouted one after another. Some even wanted to join in, but were angrily stopped by the female companions around them, but anyway, the atmosphere is now heated up.

Especially these seven or eight bald heads are now making it hard to get off, and they want to leave but have many scruples.

The last Maozi who can speak the Republic of China took a deep breath: "Okay, you, very good—drink!"

He still doesn't believe it, eight or nine people can make the two children die!

Aliya grinned and showed her little canine teeth. Under the innocent appearance of a little white flower, she looked at them jokingly, as if some terrifying monster was straightening her back. Those eyes made Maozi, who was inadvertently looking at her, look at them. A chill suddenly rose up his back.

It's like the wind on the Siberian Ice Field, blowing along with the Lubyanka bells...

"You can drink whatever you like, take whatever you want, I'm a treat!" Alia smiled and raised the bottle, Xiong Luoli translated her words, raised her small hand and waved to everyone: "You can come and take it! Take it as you want! "

After everyone unscrewed the bottle caps, the bald men had nowhere to go even if they wanted to—how would they mess around after they ran away?

Aliya smiled happily, raised the wine bottle and drank the remaining half bottle, re-opened a new bottle, and held it up: "For our friendship, shout three times Ulla!"

"Ulla———"

The bald men stared wide-eyed, looking at the biped erect ape who read as the girl's writing monster, just standing in front of them.

That day, the fear of alcohol ruled the entire airport terminal...

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Chapter 974 0956-The Winner in Life, Brother Qiangqiang Has a Little Sister (Add 9/?

When the people from Bureau Nine arrived, the bald men were still holding on.

Maybe it's because the Yankee guy named Spicy Chicken Gleefully watched the fun, so they looked extra tenacious—although Maozi likes to drink, he would die if he drank it, and he was too poor to buy alcohol and even dared to secretly drink antifreeze and jelly Water and even hair oil, but that doesn't mean they're very drinkable.

Like to drink, can drink, can drink very much, there is a threshold in this.

And this kind of threshold acquired training can only cross a part. Some people have innate advantages, while others rely on special bonuses brought about by their own all-wisdom points. But no matter what, these two things come together It is enough to make most alcoholics develop a fear of alcohol in the future.

Khaki Wild is drinking the seventh bottle. After pouring so much white water into it continuously, he also feels overwhelmed, and will overflow if he drinks any more.

Just like Tom cat, poke the belly and shake it, if you punch a few holes, it can be used as a shower.

And Aliya also drank four bottles, and just took the fifth bottle in her hand.

She doesn't rely on her natural physique to cheat, but she can't hold back the strengthening of the liver function by the Baishou Taixuan Jing. The powerful blood transporting ability has accelerated this process even more.

After all, only 20% of the alcohol is digested and absorbed by the stomach, and the rest is handled by the intestines. In the end, more than 10% of these alcohols depend on the liver to decompose, and only [-]% will be passed through breathing or sweating. excreted.

Aliya breathed out Bai Lian, and sprayed out more than one meter away with a strong smell of alcohol and fragrance. Between the ups and downs of her chest and abdomen, she seemed to be crouching like a tiger grunting. The body began to run the simple Baishou Taixuan Sutra, and this Tiger Leopard Lei Yin came at the right time.

She can have an epiphany when she drinks alcohol, so Aliya feels that she is worthy of being the child of destiny, and she has to find a higher place to dance and watch later.

If you really can't do it, you can climb up the airport terminal. There are cheats under the cliff, and there should be ones under the airport terminal.

If not, then Lan Xing lied to her and hid the cheats!

Fortunately, the officers from the Ninth Bureau arrived, politely dispersed the crowd, and at the same time dispelled the impulse of Aliya who was about to jump off the building after her mind was full of vodka. If she really jumped down from the terminal building, don't say anything The Joyoung Magic Soymilk Machine manual was written. Even if she did pick up some airport maintenance manual, it was in Russian, so she could understand it.

When those Xiaoqing took literary photos, could they tell that the book in her hand is actually "Э-505 Excavator Maintenance Guide"?