Chapter 2917, Ling Xian holds a glass of wine: "Your Excellency, Hai Shen, first of all, a glass of wine, you are injured, tea instead of wine."

People also took their drinks and looked at the sea god with respect.

The limpid throat knots and smells another rare wine in your cup, but it's white wine, and it's his favorite sweet taste.

He was thinking that if he had the cheek to ask Ling Xian for a drink, he would not be rejected.

A small white hand was handed to him, carrying the tender green tea that he had poured for him.

Looked at Shengning's eyes clearly and sadly, but...