Everyone looked over.

It turned out that the one who invited everyone to drink was Li Qiuyi, the son of Yinyang City, who was the King of Golden Sword?

Li Qiuyi jumped, like a big roc spreading its wings, leaping out dozens of feet, less than three feet away from the boat, and with a thunderous sound, it fell into the water.

Li Qiuyi climbed onto the boat in a panic and scratched her head, "Drinking alcohol will make a mistake!"

The two of them stood on one side of the bow of the boat.

The autumn wind gradually rises, rolling up the red leaves all over the sky.

Everyone felt a sense of murderousness.

The murderous intent filled the small world of Taihu Lake.

Li Qiuyi said: "Are you here?"

"I am coming!"

"You haven't seen each other for so many years, you are still as soft as thatch paper."

"You are soft like used paper."

Before the two could do anything, they had already confronted each other and no one was willing to fall into a disadvantage.

Li Qiuyi looked at him: "Where is your knife?"

"There is a knife in your heart, and everything is a knife. Where is your knife?"

Li Qiuyi slapped her thigh and cursed: "The grass has fallen by the lake!"

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Remarks on the listing:
Chapter completed!