Realm of Power

Come. Let’s drink to Mi Ming’s future! "The fat man raised the temple, his head was broken. He signaled to the people below and took a deep sip first.

"Gulu. The throat surged, and a strong stimulating liquid stayed down the throat. The fat man felt a burning feeling in his chest.

A man's blood boils because of wine and war. The fat man likes this feeling of warmth all over his body and burning leaks.

This temporary banquet was specially arranged by Fatty. Firstly, after a fierce battle all morning, Fatty needed to replenish his stomach. Secondly, Fatty needed to use his drunkenness to cover up his depression and the embarrassment of the war.

The Western Conference has not come long ago and cannot play, but it has arrived at this most critical moment.

Such a precise grasp shows that the other party also has a master who can accurately grasp the fighter aircraft and the current situation. The most likely person is Mao Modaine, who single-handedly created the situation in the west.

The fat man couldn't help but admire the old fox's skill.

It's like two skilled chess players competing. Even though they haven't played yet, they have already calculated the opponent's possible next move in their mind. It's just that the fat man doesn't know how the opponent can calculate so accurately! He even planned his turn to attack.

First it was blocked by the Womit Fortress in the central wilderness, and then it was blocked by the Vatu Pass in Stian.

Blocking in front and cutting back, I am like a mouse whose path is blocked, following the route pre-designed by others.

This is obviously a cage for oneself.

Two invisible defeats, two battles without swords and swords

Fatty felt that many of his plans were being seen through in advance. The depressing feeling of being led by the nose made Fatty feel blocked.

"I don't know what you have specifically asked to see me about this time." The fat man picked up the wine glass from the table, poured another sip of wine into his mouth, and decided to continue to act stupid.

Although both parties knew many things well, Fatty still didn't want the people from the Western Alliance to see that he was stuck at the Wattu Pass like this. The embarrassing situation of having no choice but to make a last resort,

People always want to save face!

Fatty doesn't want his embarrassment to become a running joke

"Lord Regent". The pretty Mao Monaqing looked at her companions and found that no one dared to stand up to speak, so she could only bravely stand up from her seat.

Holding a glass of light red pine cone wine between her slender white fingers, she gave a slight salute to the fat man on the main seat and said, "Please allow me to propose a glass of wine to your lord. This time, your lord has disregarded past grudges and entertained us so grandly. The Maumo family felt ashamed.

Mao Mo Naqing raised the wine glass, took a sip with her lips parted, showed an apologetic smile to the fat man, and said in one sip, "This glass of wine is my representative of my father, and my previous brother's meeting with you in Salan City. The special envoy is disrespectful. I apologize to your Excellency and hope that you will not care about us, the people of the western wilderness."

"How is this possible! I said it. As long as the friends come with sincerity, I, Samor, will never care!" The fat man waved his hand with an embarrassed expression.

The beauty apologized, but even with the fat man's toughness, it seemed stingy.

But Maomo Naqing didn't seem to let the fat man go, and then picked up a full glass of wine from the table next to her companion, and saluted the fat man, "This glass represents my Maomo family's resolute support to your lord when the kingdom is in danger." Raise the battle flag and pay tribute to your great courage to drive away the invaders!”

"This" Fatty hadn't had time to Dahua, Gulu, Mao Monaqing and Bai Zhe's elegant neck made everyone's eyes suffocate, and another large glass of pine cone wine was drank down,

"Wow!" This time, even the generals and Lidakus who were in charge of reception by Samor had a look of astonishment. No one would have thought that this beauty who looked as pure as a snow-capped mountain would be so bold.

On the other hand, the people in the Mao Mo family have a calm face. Mao Mo Naqing grew up in the Snow Mountain tribe. The cold snow mountains gave Mao Mo Na Qing an incomparable spirit." Shi Ye also made Mao Mo Na Qing develop A very good drink.

In the Mao Mo family, Mao Mo Naqing’s drinking capacity is synonymous with terrible.

Even Lao Modain once again said at the banquet that whoever wants to be Mao Monaqing's friend must at least pass the test of Mao Monaqing's drinking ability.

Mao Monaqing has been living in the snowy mountains all year round and does not know how to drink. In the cold and cruel snowy mountainous area, it is difficult to survive.

"What's going on?" The fat man felt a little confused, and he was also a little overwhelmed by the boldness of the snow-capped mountain beauty in front of him.

Such a beautiful woman, after downing two large glasses of wine, looked like she was nothing. The fat man couldn't help but look at the half-empty wine glass that he had taken a few sips from, and felt ashamed.

Ashamed again!

The fat man really wanted to regain his face, but finally gave up. The reason was that it was too strong! The fat man believed that he would arrive at most one cup, but it was embarrassing and he would leave it at home.

This is not an ordinary pine cone wine, but a spirit brewed from the bluebird pine cones that are a specialty of the mountains in the south. This bluebird pine cone is pungent and pungent. The brewed wine is spicy and piercing the throat, like burning fire, and has the miraculous effect of generating heat and quenching thirst. ,

In order to overcome the severe cold weather in the west this time, Fatty specially asked the Southern Business Alliance headquarters to prepare a thousand barrels. This is real strong liquor. Even though Fatty just took two sips, he felt a little dizzy.

"This last drink! Here's to you, Lord, for avenging a hundred years of blood for me, Wikiya, in Deheriyao." Mao Monaqing's voice paused, and in full view of the boss, she once again took a large cup from her companion,

Gulu, was turned into nothing by Mao Monaqing's mouth again,

"Hiss" This time it was the tent's turn to hear the sound of breathing. Now no one dares to underestimate this woman as clear as snow anymore.

There are not many people who can talk in front of the notorious murderer king, the Vekia Falcon, who is sweeping across the western part of the continent." Even several of Samor's army commanders with outstanding military exploits did not dare to be bold in front of Fatty Samor. Kick him, not to mention that the two families are still at war.

"This woman is not simple!" The fat man saw Mao Mona's clenched fists under the green table, and finally came to his senses. The beauty as clear as the sky in front of him was simply acting.

Compared to the strong Samour, the Western Conference is completely at a disadvantage. What this beauty is doing now is just like holding a banquet. She wants to muddy the clear situation so that the opponent in the negotiation cannot overwhelm her in terms of momentum.

"Haha! It's really not an easy person to be entrusted with such an important task by Old Fox Maomo!" The fat man curled his lips and couldn't help but reveal a somewhat embarrassed smile. "Is it true that my reputation outside is so stingy? "

"It's a pity that she is a woman. If she were a man, she would be the material of a generation of heroes!" The fat man shook his head helplessly. In his mind, he downplayed this beautiful woman who blurred her strength and status. He couldn't help but take a high look. In this era, men who can use their brains Not much, let alone a woman

"Pah!" Mao Monaqing's slightly drunken hand placed the wine glass heavily on the table, and her body shook uncontrollably. Although Mao Monaqing had a good drinker,

But this pine cone wine was too strong, like a knife scraping across her throat, making Mao Mo Naqing's voice slightly hoarse, and the intense alcoholism hit her mind,

A faint rose color rose from Mao Monaqing's neck, making her whole body look pink.

On her pretty, slightly drunk face, there were two charming wine-colored blushes.

When the beauty is drunk, when the subtle fragrance floats

Everyone in the tent couldn't help but swallow their saliva when they saw Mao Monaqing's generous and snow-capped mountain girlish attitude.

Things are finally over, my wife has gone back to her parents’ house to celebrate the New Year, and Baozi can finally “dominate the computer!”

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