Kirov was obviously taken aback. He didn't expect that this Ming Dynasty officer would not suffer at all.

But after all, it's not a bad rule for everyone to take turns drinking.

With the lesson learned last time, Kirov did not dare to be bored again.

Instead, he picked up the wine glass and slowly sipped it into his mouth!

Vodka is mixed with Maotai, the wine enters the mouth, and the feeling like a bomb exploding immediately spreads.

Kirov felt that what he drank was not wine, but a piece of red-hot coal.

He frowned and swallowed, and the muscles all over his body tightened.

If you spit out the wine at this moment, you will be so embarrassed that you will never raise your head again in this life.

"What a man!" Even Zhao Liangdong applauded him this time.

Kirov let out a heavy breath of alcohol, pointed at the wine glass on the table, and stretched out two fingers towards Zhao Liangdong.

Zhao Liangdong didn't hesitate, picked up a glass and smoked it directly.

The dark face has now turned dark red. Although his expression is still pretending to be calm, the slight symptoms of rumination still betray his restless stomach.

After putting down one cup, Zhao Liangdong picked up another cup.

He gritted his teeth and drained it again.

The empty cup was placed on the table, Zhao Liangdong stared and closed his mouth without speaking.

"Hala Whistle...!"

The Russians also applauded and cheered.

This time it's Kirov's turn to have a drink!

Perhaps he was used to the strength of the mixed wine, so he drank two Kirovs.

Then came Zhao Liangdong, two drinks and two drinks!

In this way, the two began the process of drinking wine in a turn-based manner.

Every time the glass of wine was drained, the crowd cheered loudly.

Li Lin also cheered and gasped, feeling something was wrong.

I don’t know what I just ate, and my stomach hurts badly.

I asked someone about it and went straight to the toilet.

After releasing the memory, Li Lin felt much better. When he walked out of the toilet, there were still cheers in the ballroom.

Li Lin knew Zhao Liangdong's drinking capacity. He was just a standard wine vat, and Li Lin had never seen him drink more.

Under normal circumstances, three or four kilograms of liquor is not a problem.

I just don’t know what will happen if Moutai is mixed with vodka.

It was too noisy in the hall, so Li Lin decided to stay in the courtyard for a while to breathe.

I have to say that the winter in Moscow is not much different from that in Liaodong.

There is not even any yellow trees in the garden, only gray tree trunks. There are also some poplar trees with white trunks.

The only green plants are pines and cypresses, for God's sake!

Whose family planted pines and cypresses in their yard? That’s why they do this in their cemetery.

But the Russians just don't care, the pines and cypresses are planted in the yard, even in the yard of the Kremlin.

It's quite scary to walk in a yard planted with pines and cypresses at night.

Li Lin decided to go back. No matter how noisy the hall was, it was better than the courtyard planted with pines and cypresses.

I was about to go back when I suddenly heard, uh... to be precise, it was half a woman's shout.

He couldn't understand Russian, but Li Lin could tell it was a woman's voice calling for help.

The small bushes on the side were shaking constantly, and it was obvious that there was someone inside.

Following the sound, Li Lin walked over and saw a big Russian man struggling to lift a Russian woman on his shoulders.

The woman's mouth was covered by the big man, and she made "woo" and "woo" sounds.

I wipe it!

The security situation in Moscow is too chaotic. This kind of thing could happen in the Kremlin.

When the woman saw Li Lin, her eyes suddenly opened wide, and then...

Then he bit the big man's hand hard!

"Ah!" The big man felt pain, threw away his hand and gave the woman a mouthful.

"Hey!" Li Lin shouted from behind the big man.

The big man turned his head and looked at Li Lin with a fierce look in his eyes.

Li Lin could clearly see that the big man had a ferocious scar on his face, which looked eerie and terrifying under the dim light.

"Help!" The woman who was beaten said something bright with blood coming from her nose.

This surprised Li Lin. There were not many people in Russia who could speak the Ming Dynasty dialect, and it was even rarer to speak it so authentically and with a smooth accent.

The strong Russian man who committed the murder seemed to have clearly seen that he was a young Ming Dynasty man.

Usually when Russians and Ming people have disputes, the Russians will instinctively give in.

Because as long as the Russian police come, they will definitely not blame the Ming people. They will only let the Ming people go and then punish the ignorant Russians.

But there was something different about this big Russian man. He let go of the woman and walked towards Li Lin step by step with a fierce look in his eyes.

As he walked, he was mumbling words that Li Lin couldn't understand.

This guy was stronger than Li Lin, and when he stepped on the dead branches and leaves, he made sounds of "Gaba" and "Gaba".

His eyes were staring at Li Lin like a hungry wolf, getting closer step by step.

When he was two meters away, Li Lin could smell the strong odor on his body.

The smell was like a leech burrowing into my nostrils. It was not a puff, but a blowing feeling.

Oh my God!

It's freezing cold outside, so what kind of virtue would it be if it stunk indoors?

His stomach churned for a while, but Li Lin suppressed it hard so that he could not spit it out.

The guy took another step forward, and the stench became stronger and stronger.

Li Lin's stomach was like a pressurized boiler, and he tried hard to control it! Control it!

Sorry, I can't control it.

The vomit in his stomach spurted out like an arrow, but Li Lin was still standing upwind.

The guy got closer and closer, and Li Lin's mouthful of stuff was not wasted at all and he sprayed it all into the face of the big Russian man.

The food is all delicious, but after being fused with gastric acid in the stomach and fermented at high temperatures...

That taste, I really don’t know how to describe it.

Perhaps a word is more appropriate, that is sour and refreshing!

So damn sour!

Rasputin was sprayed all over his face. He considered the Ming man's many attack methods and made corresponding preparations.

He can guarantee that as long as the Ming Dynasty takes action, he can break his arm.

But Rasputin never dreamed that the Ming people's attack method was so special.

Li Lin ate a lot of bread tonight, and it had turned into batter in his stomach.

This squirt squirted out, completely covering Rasputin's face.

What's even worse is that Li Lin also drank wine, and the fermented wine smell...

"Oh, wow...!" Rasputin couldn't hold back and spat out the same breath.

He didn't eat less tonight either, but what he ate was pie.

It is originally minced meat, which has been chewed by the teeth and mixed and fermented in the stomach.

Those minced meat have turned into minced meat!

Li Lin was fighting him because Li Lin was standing upwind and had a tailwind.

But Rasputin spurted out these minced meat... It was his mother's fault.

It happened that the wind was quite strong today, and the minced meat flew back less than half a foot before being blown back by a strong wind.

Oh my goodness, it’s full of batter, plus minced meat. There are also some vegetables that haven’t been chewed!

Rasputin's face is now little different from a pizza pie.
To be continued...