The hoarse voice scared him and said:

"If Qianqiu broke through the ice and saw you stealing wine, would he kill his relatives for justice?"

Dazhuguo twitched his mouth, and it would be very likely that he would not break his leg for justice.

"I just saw that your gourd is quite exquisite, and I just wanted to see it. I am the King of Beiliang, and I want this little bit of your wine?"

Having said that, as tough as ever, I couldn't help but feel saliva in my throat when I mentioned the word "wine".

The great pillar country has been around for a year, and the wine has not been drunk.

It's so uncomfortable to hold it in!

Now, everything you see looks like wine.

Whatever you smell, it is the fragrance of wine.

Earlier, I could drink some tea and deceive myself, and the taste was no different from wine.

After this year, I feel that a normal person, who drinks the smell of horse pee?

Still, the wine is good!

I have this heart, but I don’t have this courage.

The conscience of heaven and earth was the beginning of treating leg injuries, and he really never drank again.

But that day, before Xu Qianqiu retreated from the bottom of the lake, he actually beat him up first.

I said it, if I don’t fight, I won’t have a memory.

Touching the back of his head, he put away the idea of ​​drinking.

Repeatedly remind you not to drink alcohol.

After three months, the bruises on the face have finally subsided a lot.
Chapter completed!