In the yard, under the gazebo.

Lin Mubai's face sank like water.

Xiao Wuxian's face was ugly, indignant, and he kept complaining.

The rest of the people weren't very happy either.

Chen Tang just swept Lin Mubai's happiness alone, but a Song Wu came and directly lifted the table.

The drunken eight immortals were sprinkled all over the ground, and several people were full of expectations, but they fell into nothing.

"It's a pity, it's a waste."

Han Yue smashed his lips

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