"oh."

Wen Zilong responded lightly and then drank his own wine.

There is no intention to toast in the past.

Bildagan had no choice but to raise his glass and go over to toast.

The little prince refused everyone. In just a short while, he had already drunk more than a dozen glasses of wine.

He walks harder and speaks more vaguely.

A moment later, he suddenly stopped shaking and swaying as he passed by Wen Zilong, surrounded by a group of barbarian dragons.

He turned to look at Wen Zilong and said, "This...Whose flying mount is here, why did you run into the banquet hall? Come on Manlong, take him away, take him away!"

A guard standing in the hall trotted over.

He glanced at Wen Zilong and said to the little prince:
Chapter completed!