What does it feel like to drink twenty-four bottles of Erguotou in one go? Only Xiong Fei can answer that question.
Because anyone who does that is probably going to be done for.
With the women cheering him on, he downed the alcohol bottle by bottle, and ended up crouched on the ground.
Poor Xiong Fei doesn't understand a bit of the Qi Lucking Technique.
With the alcohol in his gut, he can only rely on his stomach and intestines to digest it.
His whole body was burning like fire, as if he were being roasted in a sauna. It was as if small bugs were crawling out of every pore, making him so uncomfortable he was about to collapse.
Drunk and dazed, he lay on the ground and said, "Brother Qin, can I become your disciple?"
"You can!"
Qin Feng sighed, tossed him a Hundred Herbs Pill, and then said helplessly to the group of women, "That's enough, you've worn the poor kid out!"
All six women laughed gleefully.
