When the sixth place was last, the short-haired man pointed his pistol forward with a pistol, his voice trembling slightly, and his eyes were filled with fear.

"seven."

When counting this number, the short-haired man's legs were trembling.

Knock, Knock...

The other four foreigners quickly loaded their pistols.

A crack, a crackling sound kept ringing on the deck of the cruise ship.

In the air, a solemn aura spreads wildly.

When this number falls.

The five foreigners could no longer see any smiles on their faces, and they were all replaced by fear and incredible.

...

"This wine is a little shorter, and the wine becomes more and more mellow. However, being able to drink it now is a fate. The bottle of wine I brewed casually has been preserved for hundreds of years, and it is really not easy."

Cruise ship, on deck.

Ye Bei and Wang An sat face to face.

When Ye Bei took a sip of the red wine...

After feeling its smell, I said softly after a long time of quietness.
Chapter completed!