"Shen Ling, you're so embarrassed to say this kind of thing, it's really not a thing, Lao Tzu drinks with you, three to one, do you dare?" Ye Fan shouted arrogantly. Three to one? Lao Tzu can't win you in a fight, and I don't believe that drinking can't win you. "Grass mud horse, drink it, drink it, you say it yourself, three to one!" Shen Ling was quite annoyed, opened a bottle of Wuliangye, and after pouring it, the two competed...

Chapter 59 of "The Strongest Loser in the City" You are playing me in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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