The thought of this Xu Nianliang gave him heartache, making it even hard to breathe.
Out of inner turmoil, he intended to drown his sorrow in wine. However, less than five minutes after he took a sip, he slumped onto the ground with a thud.
Saliva dribbling down the corner of his mouth, a tear of frustration glinting at the corner of his eye, he fell asleep like a log.
Nobody paid any attention to him.
If Xu Nianliang could discover this, he may feel heartbroken.
After three rounds of drinks, all three of them reeked of alcohol. The superb wine provided by Ao Cheng was so strong, even using their spiritual power could not help. It all depended on their tolerance for alcohol now.
Each of them downed a pot of wine. Jiang Xiaobai and Ao Cheng were still in good shape, but interestingly, the usually schooled Kong Yuhuai seemed a bit under the weather.
"Brother Jiang…hic, I must admit, other than Little Liang, you are my only friend!"
