Chu zhaoyue's eyes moved slightly, but the whole person remained still. He put down the glass of wine in front of him. With his arms extended and his fingers around, he took the glass sitting next to him. He was taking care of himself, pouring it and drinking it himself. He tasted the Qiong Jiang ink and took it over.

Muran gave a little sigh, but he didn't stop Chu zhaoyue's movement. He just turned the glass of wine in front of Chu zhaoyue without trace.

with the wine cup taken from Muran's hand, Chu zhaoyue raised his glass and killed the wine.

Chu zhaoyue and Mo ran are calm,...