Zhao Rang, who was in the house, had no idea what was happening outside, but he clearly felt that the "eyes" that had been staring at him outside the house suddenly disappeared.

Zhao Rang had no intention of drinking the wine placed on the table.

But now it seems that not drinking is showing cowardice.

It just so happens that a jar has been opened just now, so let's drink it first as a token of respect, otherwise we will be sorry for such a good wine!

Holding the jar in one hand and the wine glass in the other, Zhao Rang drank one cup after another.

Until the jar was more than half lighter than before, he reluctantly put it back on the table and kept mumbling, "Good wine, really good wine! I drank so much and still don't get drunk!"

After sighing with emotion, he prepared to go to bed.

But as soon as he stood up, everything from his ankles to his waist became weak, forcing him to sit down again.

Xiyu Chun has always been famous for its sweet taste but endless staying power.

Zhao Rang was just obsessed with the taste, but he forgot this and drank too quickly and too hard.

Now that he was drunk, his whole body was as soft as noodles. Even the bed that was very close to him seemed to him like a chasm in the sky, which was difficult to cross.

After lying on the table for a long time, my body regained some strength and struggled to lie down on the bed.

In fact, as long as he uses his sword skills and mobilizes the energy in his body, he will definitely be intact as before in a moment, but he is reluctant to do this.

Lying on his side on the bed, Zhao Rang felt a little uncomfortable with the iron box in his pocket, so he took it out and put it next to his pillow.

Ye Sanniang made it clear that someone would pick it up at the first stop she left Yangguan.
Chapter completed!