Diablo Destruction

Chapter 684: Remember, under the wine glass is the coffee table! (superior)

"you……"

Looking at a group of adults who succeeded in pranking, I was speechless for a long time. What are these? Are you all middle school students who can use oil-based pens to draw on the arms of your sleeping classmates?

"Hahahaha, you saw it, brother Alsace, this guy's drinking capacity... burp..."

Probably because he had been abstaining from alcohol for a long time, Ricken's alcohol capacity was also decreasing day by day. After one third of the bottle, he was already seventy percent drunk. His face turned red and he burped, then burst into laughter.

Fall down for me too! !

"Oh oh oh, isn't this Hannah? How pitiful it is to sit here alone."

Hans was not much better, no, it should be said that it was more serious than Ricken. I don't know which muscle was wrong. After getting Gris drunk, he was still not satisfied. He gave a silly smile and narrowed his eyes. He kept scanning and immediately locked onto Hannah on the other side.

Hey, that's your sister, brother Hans, are you going to upgrade from a middle school student to a delinquent elementary school student who enjoys bullying your sister?

Hey~, it’s strange, I’m obviously a little drunk, but why do my complaints become more sharp?

I shook my hazy brain, then turned my head in confusion, glanced around, and found that everyone's squinted eyes also showed interest, and then they started to boo.

Although it wasn't the kind of malicious look that would be directed at the drunken Gris, it was somewhat malicious as he wanted to see the drunken posture of Hannah, who was usually like an iceberg.

So if you fall behind at the drinking table, you will easily become the target of others. Please keep this in mind.

"Ahem, you can't do this."

After coughing a few times, Hans suddenly took a step forward, waved his hand, and stopped everyone in an awe-inspiring manner.

Oh, even though you were the one who started the matter, you can stand up and save your sister at such a critical moment. As a firm sister-controller, I have slightly changed my opinion of you, Brother Hans, even though I am only a paramecium. The length is about that much.

Want to become a Christian? The president is us and the vice-president is White Wolf. It is definitely not the church of those strange organizations mentioned by Omas and others.

As a result, before I could finish boasting in my heart, Hans burped and held his hand from the reception...no, it was an hour and a half into the celebration, which was not long after Ricken took out his collection. From then on, I never put down the wine jar and stepped forward again.

"Hannah, don't worry about them. Just drink this jar...burp...this jar. The rest...brother, I will help you deal with it."

Hans acted like a good brother who was trying to make things easier for Hannah, and handed the wine jar, which was still two-thirds full of wine, to her.

It turns out you were just beating around the bush thinking about how to seduce your sister, you bastard! !

In an instant, I crossed out Hans's name from the list of candidate believers. For this kind of brother, it would not be too much to stuff him into a pickle jar to make a head vegetable jar and pickle him with salt for three days and three nights.

Taking the wine jar from Hans' hand, Hannah glanced at everyone silently. The face that had never been seen before was shrouded under the cloak and hat. It was impossible to see what expression it showed. On the contrary, the surroundings The expressions on other people's faces were so obvious and dazzling that they were full of sinful desires.

I understand, I understand everyone’s curiosity to get Hannah drunk and see what she will look like after being drunk.

However, how could he embarrass a young girl like this for his own selfish desires? As an upright man, I, Druid Wu Fan, really can't stand your ugly face.

In an instant, the soul representing love, justice and peace in my heart burned brightly, driving me to take a step forward and look at everyone with righteous eyes until they realized their ugly hearts. After lowering his head in shame, he took a few steps forward again and came to Hannah.

"Sister Hannah, don't listen to your brother. It's indecent for a girl to drink from a wine jar. Come on, I'll give you a clean bowl. Don't be in a hurry. Drink slowly. It doesn't matter if you're drunk."

Everyone: "..."

"You guys obviously want to see Hannah drunk."

When I stepped back, Paladin Baal, who was obviously not very bright in his head but very vicious in his mouth, whispered softly in my ear.

"Huh, that's really superficial. My purpose is completely different from yours." I sneered, pushing up the imaginary glasses on my nose and said.

"oh?"

The dim-witted Paladin Baal was suddenly suffocated by my momentum and let out a surprised sound.

"I look at it from an artistic perspective, which is completely different from your ugly purpose."

"Is there any difference?" Barr asked, tilting his head.

I:"……"

Barr: "..."

"Hmph, you wouldn't understand."

After a moment of silence, I avoided Barr's questioning gaze and raised my head to look far away. My melancholy eyes seemed to have passed through the gloomy dark clouds, and saw through the stars in the sky and the universe, and the wasted sun and moon.

He was actually fooled like this...

Thinking of this, Paladin Baal also looked far away and burst into tears.