The man drank loudly, took a jar of wine, and placed it in front of Han Sanqian with a bang...

Everyone stared at Han Sanqian, completely looking like a dog who would lose face at any time if he didn't drink.

However, the surface is so, in fact, these people are happy in their hearts.

There are ten jars of spirits, not to mention Han Sanqian's small body, even if they are as strong as cattle, they will certainly not be able to drink two jars.

Against them, this is what the hell will happen.

Zhu Yan'er didn't speak, but kept silent at this moment, looking at Han Sanqian.

Seeing this, Han Sanqian glanced at the wine on the table and nodded, "Okay."

When the words fell, Han Sanqian was unambiguous, grabbed the wine jar and mumbled, and poured it directly into his mouth.

One jar was quickly drained, and then Han Sanqian grabbed the second jar directly.

The third altar, the fourth altar...

Not only was everyone not shocked at all, but their smiles were full of ridicule, and they looked like idiots for drinking in such a hurry. As for wine, the faster you drink it, the greater the stamina.

These ten jars of wine may be lucky enough to not kill him, but if he wants to be in such a hurry, then he will completely crush the last little hope of living.

There is no other possibility except to be alive and drunk.

The same is true for Zhu Yan'er, but instead of laughing in her heart, she is happy.

With Han Sanqian's ability to descend from the gods, there will naturally be no major problems with just ten altars of wine. As long as he is drunk, won't he have his own chance?

Others are calculating her, but she is actually calculating others.

"Ten altars, is that enough?"

Han Sanqian suddenly put the last wine jar on the table, and looked at the group of strong men around him without any panic.

"Okay, I'm kind." The leader snorted coldly, and didn't care about it. Anyway, the stamina still needs time, and they were not in a hurry.

"Since the wine is drunk, shouldn't it be time for you to fulfill your promise?" Han Sanqian asked indifferently.

Several people looked at each other and smiled lightly: "Looking for a vampire, it's very simple, just wait for five minutes."

Han Sanqian glanced at Zhu Yan'er, but she nodded, so he didn't say anything.

Seeing Han Sanqian turning her head, Zhu Yan'er did not look away, but was still looking at him quietly.

It's strange, why doesn't he have any intention of getting Ding Ling drunk?

If he wasn't drunk, wouldn't it be a waste to do all this by himself?

In fact, Zhu Yan'er is not the one who stays at home as Han Sanqian imagined. Although she doesn't spend much, how can she not understand things like paying for things?

It's just that she just wanted Han Sanqian to pay.

In other words, she wants a man she has a crush on to pay for him, just like a husband... like.

As for finding the vampire, it's not that she doesn't know the way to find him, it's just that when she comes in, she meets this group of people, and she just goes along with the flow.

After all, she still wants to experience the happiness of Han Sanqian blocking the drink for her, and if Han Sanqian is drunk, she still wants to have the opportunity to take care of Han Sanqian. JrNovels.com