When I saw Morris, the grandfather, he looked at his grandson Morris from the Aleppo Defense Area in Anatolia. He also brought a lot of food to reward us.

What a good person!

Then, here is the good impression of the grandfather of Morris.

In the hot weather of Sanfu Tian, ​​he called us to eat the Romans as the food that Romans.

Even if you eat hot pot on hot days, even if you think of the things he adds in the hot pot, I have a stomach pain.

chili!

The peppers of the New World, Indian peppers, red, green, fresh, dry!

What's even more terrible is that he also ate salty, and the favorite thing to do the pickled salted fish and caviar with peppers was thrown into the pot to make the soup base!

Can people eat it?

God knew that when the old man was fighting, he killed the taste.

Morris, who was lacking in his head, tasted it at the time. A white flower raw lamb sliced ​​in the pot was put on the pot, and then Morris proposed it into his mouth, so I saw Morris crying for the first time that day that day that day.

Then, then

Later, we also cried.

This old thing, a cup of high concentration of high concentration of distilled wine, stuffed it, and the spicy distilled wine seemed to be stirred by a cactus into the throat. Drinking our tears.

The elderly scum is even worse. In fact, the elder scum with a fatal weakness of the buttocks with hemorrhoids is said to be Morris's grandfather.

The hemorrhoids of Sebras were born to replace the word Akiris.

However, this is not the point. The point is that as the spare tire of the empire, ah. It is the royal prince. We have attended a few times with a cheap dad to have a dinner similar to the veteran commemorative day.

A bowl of yellow soup under the belly, all covered all exposed.

The kind of scene where the sand is flying, and the dark scene, I still remember it so far.

Before I walked into the Duke of Bollingas, Morris's house, I heard a burst of ghost crying, and I could still hear the nerves, weeping, sobbing, laughing, **, Bollinger's

Duke of Gas or where people are waiting for? Are you sure it is not a lunatic home?

Fleetreya couldn't help holding my arm.

Morris swallowed and swallowed: "I think we should go around another circle. OK?"

I was about to agree with Morris's words, and I saw a person standing far away from the door of his house.

A dark shadow shook beside the door, and the next second, a big voice arrived first than him.

"Wow hahahahahahahahahao Funno's family, you are late !! Come here. Late people. I want to punish, um, I am not the old thing of Sebalas, I will punish you a cup!

Come! Drink! "

Uncle Lao Bai's bearded in a madness came out of the wine, eating red face, holding a cup of high distilled wine in one hand and seeing me like the cavalry chased on the battlefield and saw the defeated infantry.

When I came over to hold me, I brought it inside, and said that I also stuffed my mouth with a big wine glass.

Without saying a word, a cup of high concentration of distilled wine under the belly!

"Wow hahaha. Who are you? Could it be that the Crown Prince of Prussia in France with the Romans? There is guts, I admire, young people should be like this, I drank three cups first!"

The belly, and then it was Fleetelia's turn. The girl looked at me ugly and told you not to follow, you have to follow.

"What, don't drink? Look down on us Romans?"

"No, no! I have only drank wine, never touched it..."

"It's your first time, don't be afraid, come on, come on!"

"You little brat, you can't even do anything well. It took you so long to bring your brother here. There is no meat for dinner tonight, only soup. You drank it all! Ah, hahaha,

Young man, you have a good drinking capacity, so you will be fined three more drinks!" The laughing old man pulled the three of us crying guys into the military tent, during which three more drinks came, my ancestors...

suddenly!

"Don't come over!"

A very familiar brother emerged from the grass with a few green leaves on his head. He glanced at us with red eyes, then turned around and raised a pineapple high in the air and shouted to a group of ferocious uncles behind him!

"I don't want to drink anymore! If anyone lets me drink again, I will blow him up with a hand-held grenade!!!"

Walked some distance again.

It was another handsome guy who looked very familiar. He gestured with two bananas and looked at another person holding a pig's trotter in horror: "Foul! Foul!!! Who gave this guy the ax! Give me a useful one.

Damn it! I want a cannon, a cannon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a pig's head flew past and was thrown in front of him. The man threw away the banana, picked up the pig's head, and suddenly became arrogant: "Ah ha ha ha ha, look at my cannon, I will kill you!"

As expected of a soldier, he has the most basic consciousness even when he is drunk, "You have no cannonballs! Hahaha..."

"Damn it!"

A lunatic holding a pig's trotters chased a lunatic holding a pig's head and shouting "cannonballs, cannonballs" everywhere.

There was so much mess everywhere that I felt a sharp twitching in the corner of my eye.

Most of them were a little better than these few people, but not much better. A group of five or six ordinary Constantinople dudes were either vomiting in the military tent or having a nervous breakdown in the tent outside.

What about Alexander?

Alexander was sitting on the long table behind the pot, looking at a group of Roman nobles who were completely out of control. His eyes were dull. He didn't regain his composure until we got closer.

"Brother."

"You are here. Don't put on a sad face, lest you weaken the majesty of our red-robed royal family!" Alexander continued to sit alone on the main seat, ignoring his group of followers and confidants who were killed by a group of old men and ruffians.

Remove armor.

I looked at the chaotic scene that was like hell, and shouted twice: "Put the weak and the powerful on the other side first. What is going on?"

"Did you defeat Prince Condé?" Alexander spread his hands helplessly, "So they have to celebrate."

I looked at the inhumane scene outside and lowered my voice: "This is not a celebration, it's clearly a group of veterans and ruffians massacring!"

"What kind of massacre?" The violent uncle Sviatos suddenly appeared. He slapped Morris on the back, and saw that Morris's face turned pale in an instant, and his originally tall and strong figure was trembling.

"No, Nikis is saying that when we entered France, it was like a massacre!"

"Really? Wow haha, then this is really a celebration, come and have three more drinks!"

In the blink of an eye, three bottles of unopened bottles of distilled liquor were in front of me.

By the way, aren’t these three cups?

Why did you just get three bottles?

"loyal friend of Prussia, come, let us start with you, drink, hahaha, drink!"

In less than two minutes, Philetria fell. The violent man who had killed one hundred enemies and lost thirty to himself, Maurice and his grandfather were still glowing red, and their health points were still estimated to be in the millions.

"Your Highness, I've got you drunk."

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

I stared at the old man and the young man in stunned silence, then at the group of crying and howling dudes outside, and finally stopped at Philetlia's blushing face.

"You just ignored etiquette and did this just to stun her?"

"Isn't it possible?" Alexander asked.

"It's okay, I just think the casualties are a bit high."

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, this situation will happen every three days since we came here. And..." Alexander looked at this incident of veteran gangsters bullying the poor new generation nobles of the empire in a very calm tone. It turned out that he was numb.

"Besides, you are in a relationship where you need to check your breasts. Can I call you away alone? I'm afraid you will be questioned as soon as you go back."

My eyes widened in surprise, I x!

"Are you eavesdropping?"

"Yes!" Morris readily admitted.

"I heard you all." Valens calmly dodged the hail of bullets and sat down next to us.

Constans appeared out of nowhere and put half of his body on my shoulders: "You are hopeless."
Chapter completed!