"Squeak squeak squeak!"
The Monkey King placed the eighth jug of wine on the ground, stretched out his long hand to grasp Qin Hao's back, and surprisingly climbed up like this.
Both drinking together now, they were full of spirits, not like man and beast, but rather like a pair of brothers.
Qin Hao embraced the Monkey King's arm, mumbling, "Brother Monkey! I, Qin Hao, don't know what kind of fortune hit me, to have the privilege to drink with you!"
"Squeak squeak!"
The Monkey King excitedly waved his fist, slipped off Qin Hao's back, and staggered with the movements of a drunken monkey.
"Brother Monkey, I heard your Monkey Race is naturally skilled at Drunken Fist, do you want to give it a try?"
Qin Hao mumbled, face full of alcohol scent.
"Squeak squeak!" The Monkey King let out a few calls, started swaying left and right, fists moving, actually showing off his Drunken Fist.
