Ye chen smiled and put the cute little baby down. Then, he drank the cup of wine made from the dragon's blood in one go.
As soon as the flood dragon's blood entered his throat, it turned into a bone-chilling coldness that flowed through his limbs and bones, and finally into his stomach.
"Good wine!"
He couldn't help but nod in admiration.
When the little guy saw this, he reached out and picked up the empty cup. He stuck out his tongue and licked it. His eyes suddenly lit up."Daddy, I want to drink too ..."
Without waiting for ye chen to speak, the elder in red shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry."This old man's wine isn't something that just anyone can drink."
The flood dragon blood wine was cold and strong. Although it was diluted, even a single drop of it could not withstand the energy contained within it.
And the little fellow actually wanted to drink it too.
"Old grandpa, you're not allowed to laugh ..."
