Morgan, who had finally rested for a day, touched his aching head and stepped down from the limousine with the etching of the staggered swords. Look around.

At this time, the Norton Pavilion was very different from usual, hundreds of long tables of the same style were neatly arranged on the lawn, and a few chairs were pulled aside by various people, forming a small circle after another.

Morgan took a deep breath, a gentle smile on his face, and stepped into the grand banquet.

"How?"

Moxiso popped up out of nowhere and handed Morgan a can of cold beer.

"I'm a little apprehensive." Pulling away the beer that still had frost on the surface, Morgan slammed hard

Chapter 122 of "Crazy Feast", the banquet is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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