A washbasin with a simple shape and clever design is placed on the table.

On the edge of the basin, four relief dragons are completely decorated, surrounding it, which is integrated and imposing.

Those who can have such a basin must be people who are either rich or noble.

What's even more rare is that what is in the pot is not extraordinary.

A golden-like liquid ripples slightly, a luxury item known as black tequila.

It is rumored that there are only a few hundred bottles left in the cellar of the Dark Elf royal family, and not a single bottle will be opened for non-major royal celebrations.

Then, there must be very few that can flow into the people.

At the table, the figure of a mature man gradually emerged in the darkness.

I saw him sigh softly, and then put the golden mask on his hand aside.

Under the shadowy light, his peerless face is revealed.

At this moment, if a young girl happens to catch a glimpse of such a face, she will definitely lose her color in an instant, and then fall to the floor happily.

However, despite the appearance of Mae Bikianu Reeves, the man does not seem satisfied.

He frowned as he watched the tequila reflect his face.

"If handsome is a sin," he said to himself, "I'm obviously not guilty enough."

He sighed softly again.

Putting his hands in the wine, he scooped up some of the fine wine, and he splashed it on his handsome face.

For a while, the smell was fragrant and fragrant.

What a glaring act of extravagance!

"Lord Pot! Lord of the Golden Pot! Another fat sheep has appeared! ”。

A noisy shout came from not far away, interrupting the washing of the gold pot.

Pick up a towel and gently wipe your face.

The golden pot had mixed emotions in his eyes.

"Handsome can't be eaten", he muttered to himself, "Men must rely on themselves".

Picking up the mask on the table, he slowly put it on his face again.

At the same time, Yang Jian and his party were wandering around the market, followed by hundreds of people, and everyone rushed to witness the demeanor of the local tyrant.

A sturdy Lux Bob, pushing a small cart with both hands, carrying hundreds of pieces of cut cake.

The so-called "Lian Po is old, and he can still eat".

Old Hans held a piece of yellow cut cake in one hand, and his stomach was bulging when he ate it.

Xiao Xiqian was holding a small piece of cut cake, and her mouth was bulging when she ate it.

Yang Jian, known as the "fat sheep", wore his sunglasses, continued to pretend to be cool, and waved to the audience behind him from time to time.

A group of people were surrounded like stars and moons, so imposing.

Suddenly, a man in a black trench coat and a white mask flashed out and blocked their way.

"This boss", the man waved his hand, "My master, Mr. Jincan, has long admired your name, and knows that your family is rich and arrogant."

The men bowed their hands.

"Let's say something straightforward", Yang Jian said lightly.

"We invite you to come and experience a heritage journey, you will be treated like a VIP, and we guarantee that you will not want to leave".

It's the only thing left to lose!

Yang Jian smiled secretly in his heart.

"Tell your master, I, Yang, will go to the appointment as scheduled, but before that."

He looked at Hans and Bob, who were barearmed.

"I'll have to get me and these subordinates a decent outfit first."