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... y, and the wine flowed freely.
Wei Xiong had just drunk two bowls of spirit rice wine when his face turned a bright red, and his eyes began to look bewildered.
Then, he collapsed to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.
Wang Chen: “Uh.”
Even an Innate Martial Artist with a poor tolerance for alcohol couldn’t be that weak.
If such a situation were to arise, the only possibility was…
Wang Chen quickly found the two crane-shaped pots and put them int ...
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