i object to this marriage

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Mr. Si Ming doesn't believe in evil, and I can't help but try the limit of my luck.

However, Mr. Si Ming was already a little confused, so I could only say: "It's enough to bet on the outcome, and there is no need to drink any more wine."

"No, no, big, big husband, once you say something, it's hard to catch up with a horse!"

At this time, Zhao Yujun supported Si Mingjun who was stumbling around, and said: "Mr. Baihua just let go and gamble. If Mingchang loses, I will be punished on his behalf."

I'm relieved if you say that.

"Come on then."

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Mr. Si Ming pinched the bridge of his nose with his hands, and said with little confidence: "Mr. Baihua first... No, let me bet first."

I said: "Si Mingjun, please go ahead."

"Hmm... Let me think about it... I bet... I bet big!"

Lord Yeyou opened the cup: "Two, three, four, small."

Finally, Mr. Si Ming couldn't bear it any longer, and fell limply on the ground, groaning: "Rumours, rumors have hurt me..." While talking, he grabbed the wine glass, but his hand was stopped halfway, Zhao Yujun picked up the wine glass and held it for a while. Drank it all, and then said: "Si Mingjun is too strong to drink, so I'm here today, what do you think?"

The immortals won all their wins, lost all their losses, watched another farce, and got up one after another to make an appointment for the next time.

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Mr. Zhao Yu picked up Mr. Si Ming and sent him back to the Hall of Siming. I thought that Mr. Si Ming was intoxicated and had nothing to do with me. I felt guilty and followed Mr. Zhao Yu to help.

The three of us gradually fell behind.

Zhao Yujun said: "Mr. Baihua doesn't need to follow, I will send Mingchang back."

I was about to answer when I saw Si Mingjun retched, and hurried forward to follow his back with lingering fear—fortunately, Zhao Yujun helped him drink three cups, if he really made Simingjun drink up to twelve Cup, I'm afraid he has passed out.

Zhao Yujun stretched out his hand and brushed it in front of Si Mingjun, there was a cloud of water vapor in his hand, and there was a strong smell of alcohol in the water vapor.

As soon as he brushed past, Si Mingjun's absent-minded eyes finally regained some sanity, hooked Zhao Yujun's neck like a monkey climbing a pole, staggered to stand, took a few breaths like the rest of his life, and said gratefully: "Crane Shou, you are really... my good brother!"

Mr. Zhao Yu smiled wryly, and was about to speak, when suddenly the golden light was dazzling. I took a closer look and saw that the fairy ropes on the arms of Mr. Zhao Yu and Mr. Si Ming were shining brightly, and the knots tied on their arms were hooped one after another. Loosen the hoop.

"This is……"

The golden rope was separated from the two people's arms, floating in the air like a swimming snake, shrinking and shortening, and finally turned into a ball of golden light, flying towards the direction of the Cardinal Temple.

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Si Mingjun is still not sober at this time, so he doesn't know what happened.

Mr. Zhao Yu and I were shocked and speechless.

The unceasingly bound fairy rope was untied under Si Mingjun's drunken words?

"I think, I want to sleep..."

Si Mingjun said drunkenly.