Outside the neon pavilion, the three corpses, hurricanes and flying rulers still enjoy drinking and drinking together.

"Hey, did you say Chen Jiu stood up or lay down this time?" The three corpses raised their glasses and asked with unforgettable expectations.

"This color boy, delusions to swallow the beauty of the saint, I think peony flowers die, do ghosts also wind. Running away!" Hurricane Chunzi smiled.

"Death? I'm afraid he's not dead yet. If he dies, the Virgin will come out to see us. But it's a miracle that the boy can persist for such a long time! " The flying ruler shook his head, but he had different opinions....