Watching the Eastern European man flutter his nostrils and lie on the ground on all fours, Jun Xiaoyan's stomach was tumbling, and he felt strong discomfort from the invasion of his stomach by the self-brewed wild banana spirits.

After three years of drinking Lafite, Hennessy, black truffles and fine caviar, his stomach has become squeamish, and he has begun to reject these shoddy foods.

"Hehe, I'm back again." He smiled wryly and poured himself another sip of wine.

The sparks in his eyes were faint and dim, dyed with night and drunkenness, the casual smile at the corners of his lips, the slight tremor that touched the eyelashes of the butterfly wings, the coldest loneliness in the world surrounded him, and the man under the night was so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

Back in this dirty rainforest, trafficking, drugs, arms, advocacy....... brings together the world's most lowly deeds, which seem to be the king of the rainforest, but in fact, out of the rainforest, it is the role that everyone shouts and beats.

I'm nothing........

Jun Xiaoyan recognized this for the first time, and asked how he could let go of all this success after tasting the pinnacle of power, being dazzled by the dazzling lights of the world, and being worshiped and shouted by tens of millions of admirers?

But King's Landing has beaten him back to his prototype, and Nan Dusk Abyss is about to become the next president...... He was not reconciled to being one step away from reaching the top of the world yesterday, but now he has been plunged into a hell from which he will never recover.

What if you win tomorrow's [Dawn Project]? What if they all die? He can't change his own situation, he is just an extreme jihadist.

'Damn it! ’

Jun Xiaoyan cursed, viciously pouring all the remaining wine from the marching flask.

You can't just leave it at that........ He thought in a state of confusion.

The long-haired man in Eastern Europe was high, rolling his eyes and looking at Jun Xiaoyan from a distance, Jun Xiaoyan's lonely and drinking look was reflected in his eyes, and the bonfire was crackling.

Suddenly, the Eastern European man noticed a detail: an officer stepped forward and handed Jun Xiaoyan a bottle of medicine in a black bottle.

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"Does it work?" The man's eyes were drunk, and the deepest darkness in his eyes continued to magnify his charm.

"The witch doctor's hand." The officer whispered, "Only two ...... are needed"

"Oh, is it......." Jun Xiaoyan took the medicine bottle, looked at the black pills inside, and smiled, his laughter was full of self-deprecation......

He poured out two, poured them into his mouth, picked up another marching flask beside him, and poured a sip of wine.

"The witch doctor said it's best not to drink alcohol after eating this." The officer cautiously added a sentence, "And you can't eat more." ”

"Really?" Jun Xiaoyan didn't think so, but did the opposite, the two pills seemed to have no effect, and the next second, the officer was very shocked, Jun Xiaoyan directly poured a whole bottle of medicine into his mouth, and then tilted his head and continued to pour wine violently.

Soon......

It's uncomfortable.......

The crude wild banana wine continued to heat up in his body, and the terrible brilliance of fever took over his handsome face, and the strange beauty on his face made him look even more dangerous and terrifying.

Jun Xiaoyan got up, dazed and drunk, and stumbled towards the cell, followed by the officer.

The combination of witch medicine pills and strong liquor already made him hot at the moment, and he couldn't wait to push open the door of the cell.