After sitting for a while, Nalan Xu felt bored drinking himself, so he walked away with the wine jug again, while Moshu was lying on the table weakly, looking dying.

"Alas, another three months, and after three months, who knows where the ship has gone." Moshu said to himself...

Chapter 128 of "Against the Sky and the Gods" Who reads the west wind is cold alone is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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