"Okay, it's almost done. Let's discuss the important matters quickly."

Long Luo held his forehead and shouted silently. Although his voice was not loud, it resounded clearly in everyone's ears.

"Hmph, I'll give Long Luo some face, otherwise, I'll have to beat you all over the floor today."

The Seventh Son of God snorted coldly, and his figure flashed, appearing in the ancient pavilion, and then...

Naturally, he grabbed the wine bottle from Long Luo's hand and drank it down from the spout.

Long Luo's face was full of helplessness, neither of these two guys had any shame, they cheated him out of drinking every time.

But there is no way. No matter it is the Temple of Death or the Temple of Thunder, the wines brewed are all exclusive, and ordinary people really can't drink them. Only the wine from their Dragon Temple is the mildest, and anyone can drink it.

"The beatings have left me with teeth all over the floor. Haha, I'm not afraid of the strong wind blowing my tongue. Come on, let's fight for another 300 rounds to see who knocks out whose teeth."

There was a thunderous explosion, and Lei Lie appeared in the ancient road hall like a ghost, slanting the provocative words of the Seventh Son of God.

"Come again, come again, don't think I'm afraid of you."

The Seventh Son of God has long been simmering with anger and is eager to fight again.

"I asked you two, can you calm down for a while? Do you still want to discuss business? If not, you continue to fight and I will leave."
Chapter completed!