"Gu Du Du Du Du..." One mouthful of muggy wine, Chen Jiuduan sat for a whole day, and also drank a whole day, making his mind a little dizzy.

"Chen Fengzhu, are you all right?" Chen Jiu's reputation today is quite impressive in Yuanli Shrine. The owner of the pub should not greet him politely.

"It's all right. Do you think I look like someone who has something?" Chen Jiu shook his head and his face was full of alcohol.

"Chen Feng-zhu, there is a way that people can't recover from death. There is no grass in the horizon, and there are green hills left, not afraid of firewood!" The...