Surrounded by beauties, with fine wine and food, and gold, silver and jewelry piled up into mountains... It's really a bit of a luxury.

Unfortunately, I have never seen this big scene since I was a child, and my face is cleaner. I dare not indulge in it.

The man in suit faced the bronze mirror, pouring wine in big bowls, and seemed to be disdainful of the things around him.

Liu Asheng whispered to me:

"I've seen ghosts who die of drunkenness. Have you ever seen ghosts die of drunkenness? It's these girls who have been 'submitted' by you, and they're all drunk together with guys who are not afraid of big troubles. They can't finish drinking so much that they can't finish their stomachs? And, I'm just talking about this game of gamble, but I didn't talk about the code?"

"I just stayed out of the matter, and now you're talking nonsense."

I glanced at him, walked to the front of the stage, holding a wine bowl in one hand, and looked down at a lady in ancient costume who looked a bit similar to Yang Guifei.

"Sir, do you like writing?" The lady asked lightly, but she didn't raise her eyebrows, but she wrote another sentence on the rice paper-

"Don't worry about the lack of weight but the unevenness..."

Looking at this beautiful small characters, I felt thoughtful.

I coughed and said loudly, "Although there is wine and meat, eating and drinking like this is too boring. I have to find something to help you inspire."

The man in the suit said coldly: "There are many gambling people here, no shortage of chips, just play as much as you want. If you still don't have enough fun, you can take a look at any beautiful lady back to Fengmeilou for fun alone."

"Volent, too vulgar!" I shook my head exaggeratedly, trying to arouse his reaction.

But this black-faced big hairball didn't say much nonsense since he came in, just thought that wine was his biological father, and nothing else could affect him.

Looking at his appearance alone in the bronze mirror, I suddenly had a bold idea.

After returning to the stone platform, I asked the lady who was writing just now, if she could lend me a brush?

She smiled and agreed happily, saying that if it was not suitable for use, she had other wolf hairs, which Bai Rui could offer.

I'll let her take it out without hesitation.

When my pen and ink were ready, I said to the man in the suit:

"This is your territory. The lobbyist follows the will of the host, but we came empty-handed and didn't bring any gifts, so we still couldn't get there. It's better to do this. Although you don't lack beautiful wines for gold, silver, wealth, and you look very vulgar, and you're even worse than a second-rate Xiaobao."

"What? Do you still want to decorate me?" The man in the suit finally turned around, his eyes full of coldness and resentment.

"The renovation cost is too high, I can't afford it. But..."

I pointed backwards: "You are so space in the door and wall, I can draw a picture for you.

If you are satisfied, give me some chips.”

"What if I'm not satisfied?" asked the man in a suit in a deep voice.

I scratched my head, took out a stack of copper plates from my pocket and threw them on the stage casually.

The man in the suit drooped his face: "Before the bet on the wine, do you want to bet on something else? Want to take advantage of the opportunity?"

"No. It is a rule to admit defeat.

The decoration store is a gift. But betting on this thing is the most eclectic. If you think I draw well and have a great value for money, you think I win and reward me with some chips, I can't refuse."

"Interesting." The man in the suit nodded, "Do you need to prepare something for you?"

I said no, I had enough pen and ink, and the rest was just mine.

He took half of the jar of wine, frowned slightly, and then held the jar in his hands and started drinking.

I started drinking very slowly, and I was praying in my heart:

"Senior painter, although you and I meet by chance, we are destined to meet each other. Although we don't know where you are now, you have entrusted me with me. I am now in trouble. You can't stand by death and don't help me. You have to come and help me in your busy schedule!"

"No need to be polite." An old voice came from inside.

I couldn't help but be overjoyed.

The painter is still there!

And so it was invited?

I was thinking just now that if he had gone to the cycle of reincarnation or didn’t even miss me, then this time it would not be just a fool!

I want to tell the painter the purpose of inviting him to come this time.

But he picked up the jar of wine first. He sipped chew after chew, lowered his eyelids, and was so focused.

Are artists so profound?

I wonder what others think of me now?

After a while, the painter finally put down the wine jar, picked up a brush and walked behind the stone platform.

Seeing that he was calm and composed, I couldn't help but say:

"Senior, this trip is a painting and a bet. You have to pay some attention. If the long hairy and fried beard are not satisfied, my three souls and seven spirits will be lost at one time!"

"Haha, don't worry. He is arrogant and will not be satisfied with anyone's paintings. But he dares to say he is dissatisfied with what I painted. I twisted his black head off as a ball!"

I thought I had done it, but I thought the old man could drink well, but forgot that alcohol and alcohol were different things. Now he seems to be like most of his male compatriots, and he has begun to enter the stage of being the eldest and his second brother after drinking.

The painter turned around and glanced at the man in the suit. When he turned his face, he suddenly opened his mouth and spat all the wine he had just drunk onto the wall.

I was stunned for a moment.

He...he actually vomited!!!

However, the next second, the brush in the painter's hand began to be drawn on the wall like flowing water.

Sometimes the pen is heavy and horizontally wiped;

Sometimes, only the tip of the pen is stained with the wine that has not yet been stuck on the wall to outline a beautiful and weird curve...

In my opinion, an ordinary brush is like a crazy snake and a dragon in his hands!

Observing from the first perspective is even more thrilling!

In just one cup of tea, the painter has completed the painting.

He put the pen on the table casually and pointed to the copper coins I just bet on:

"You can get it back, and you won it by the way."

As he said that, he picked up the wine jar again.

"Senior! The wine belongs to someone else, and my belly belongs to me!"

I took the copper coins back and looked at the man in the suit.

His face was ten times darker than Guo Sen, and now it seemed to be comparable to charcoal. The only thing that could see his expression was his egg-sized eyes, shining with golden light on the edge.

But at this moment, he seemed to be in a daze.

After the painter finished the work, he turned around immediately.

Although I was considered a 'participant', I didn't know his ideas from a close distance, so I didn't see clearly what he was painting.

But at this moment, I suddenly felt a strong aura coming from behind that I had never felt before.

At the same time, the man in the suit in front of him, hissing and swollen, gradually revealing the big red robe suit inside.

I was intimidated by my momentum and could not help but be affected by the fish in the pond. I hurriedly carried the wine jar to the side.

In just this moment, the man in the suit had completely transformed into the appearance of the Holy Lord Zhong Kui who was more than 100 feet tall and shoulders and horses!

What's even more strange is that from the current perspective, there is a black-faced "giant" with a similar figure and a similar appearance to him.

However, this man was wearing a green robe similar to bluestone...
Chapter completed!