Since returning to college from the battlefield of blood river, Xuanyuan has become extremely decadent.

After several consecutive visits to Ji Lingqi, he drowned his sorrow with wine all day.

There are bottles everywhere in the room, and there is an unpleasant smell in the air, but between the bottles lies a young man with dirty clothes and a shabby beard.

The sun shines through the window into the room and onto the face of the man lying on the ground.

Perhaps stimulated by the sun, he slowly opened his eyes, which were cloudy, and the corners of his eyes were covered with eye droppings.

"Hmm...!"

Xuanyuan stretched out his...