Just as Zhao Hai was preparing to attack the Pisces continent, Hiko and the others were almost done with their work. The three of them were sitting in the medium. In front of them was a small table with a few cups and a few dishes.
Man Dingshan took a sip of wine and said, " "Sir's wine is still the best. The wine of our barbarian race is not as strong as Sir's wine."
Fei 'er also took a sip of wine, then he smiled bitterly and said, " "I don't know why, but I feel that this wine is a little bitter."
Hearing Fei 'er's words, Zhan Yue smiled wryly. He didn't feel the bitterness of drinking this wine. The Barbarian race was about to be transferred into the spatial zone without any losses. As for the winged horse race, it was hard to say what kind of situation they were in.
