I can't help but be surprised to find that all of a sudden, inadvertently, this guy also entered his border. When the other person drank again and again until there was not a drop of liquid in his big jar, the drunk shouted for a while.
"Who stole my wine!"
Even if you drink it yourself. . .
"Who took my wine..."
Jiansu watched his screams before the other person fell to the ground. He wanted the other person to lie here and bask in the dew, but his ears heard the voices of a group of people not far away.
"How do you say? Have you found it?"
"Not yet."
"Too bad, how can you get lost so hard?"
That voice. . . It sounds familiar, but I don't want to think about it until another voice rings.
"You're drunk, that's it. You don't have to worry, Xincheng. When Sanyue regains consciousnes
