"Promise is like gold, so why not regret it if you die... If you go back on your word for the rest of your life, what's the difference between it and a rotten salted fish!"

"Brother... cheers!"

boom!

A ball of flames rose into the sky, and Hu Sanye's demon tail was burning brightly, right at the place where Ji Dongyuan died in battle... Above the blazing flames, there seemed to be a lowly figure, with a flick of his sleeves, brewing a small conspiracy.

Zhao Chu threw a jar of old wine to Wang Junchen, and he smashed a jar of mud seal... and it spilled all over the floor.

"You wanted to drink this wine at that time, but I refused you... Now let me drink as much as you want... We three brothers, drink as much as you can!"

Then he opened another jar and touched it with Wang Junchen!

Raise your head...and drink it all in one gulp!

This jar of wine seems to have been exchanged by a female disciple for a demon talisman? Or was it a spiritual robe?

Can't remember!

Never mind him!

Drink hard... drink hard... one drink will relieve a thousand sorrows!

…

Boom!

Suddenly, Zhao Chu fell on his back, and at the last second of his sight, he saw Huang Lingling's anxious face.

"So tired!"
Chapter completed!