But the Cold Pond Golden Horned Jiaolong did not.
He remained very sober.
He quite liked this state... where everyone was drunk except for himself.
Just like Master Chen Fan.
In this state, he silently observed his surroundings...
Li Fengxing, pulling Ye Hao along, kept pouring drinks into him.
Ye Hao wasn't drunk.
But Li Fengxing was completely plastered.
The Cold Pond Golden Horned Jiaolong squinted slightly.
This Li Fengxing guy definitely had a split personality; one moment he was too clever for his own good, and the next he turned into a fool.
"Not to brag... Haozi, just listen to me, hey, in this life, ah..."
"Brothers, everything that needs to be said is in the booze..."
"Taotao, have your Gossipy Dragon light a fire for me, I can't find my lighter..."
"That one... Little Skeleton, bring over two more cases of wine for me... I'm telling the truth..."
"I really can't drink anymore, this is the last cup..."
