In a short while, he finished about five kilograms of hard liquor. His face was already red and the temperature around him was quietly rising.
Three thousand meters up in the air, a Golden-Winged Condor was flying towards its lair while holding a log.
This log was extremely dry, the best material to build a nest. Moreover, based on its many years of experience, there was definitely a fat worm inside the log.
When its child was born, it could directly eat the freshest food.
This made the Golden-Winged Condor very satisfied with its gains today.
But gradually, it felt as if the wood in its claws began to heat up.
The Golden-Winged Condor was somewhat puzzled. It lowered its head to look at the piece of wood on its claw. In its bird life, such a thing had never happened.
Eh? There was a sound coming from the wood?
Wine pierces the intestines and breaks the soul, fire surges in sword heart that dreams of a long song!
