"Good wine, hahaha. To be honest, I didn't expect this wine to taste so good. It's great. Come, let's toast." Zhao Hai said loudly as he put down his wine glass.
No one objected. The death Knight wine was too good. It was like poison at first, but the comfort that followed was irresistible. If it didn't have the poison-like taste at the beginning, the comfortable feeling later on wouldn't be so strong.
After everyone had filled their glasses, they drank the wine. Although they were prepared in their hearts, the gulp still made them lose their minds for a moment. The feeling of conflict was too strong.
For a moment, everyone forgot what they were here for. They only knew how to drink, and they kept drinking. After a while, when Zhao Hai picked up the wine jar, he realized that the death Knight's wine jar was already empty. Zhao Hai was stunned and quickly said, " "Why are you empty? Laura, give me another jar."
