"Haha, of course not! Where can those guys in the temple enjoy such good wine? " Zhao fan laughed and blinked. He threw back the bottle of green bamboo leaves that Marx had just thrown. "Drink it! Are you afraid that I will poison you? "

Marx didn't hesitate this time, but he took a swig and let out a sigh of relief. Hearing Zhao fan's words, he also laughed and said, "brother, you are right. Those guys in the temple are not worthy of such good wine!" Zhao fan's later sentence was directly ignored by the bold and forthright ox head old man, who identified his brother, so there...