"Yes!"
"The victor is the only one with the right to drink that cup of alcohol!"
"Yes... Christ, who ambushed me?"
"Kill!"
...
Watching a group of people rolling into the distance, no longer hearing their war cries, Qin Shou finally took a breath of relief. Smacking his lips, he felt a bit thirsty, then he picked up the offering cup on the windowsill: "After eating for so long, the ancestors should be done by now, no need to waste it, I might as well drink it."
Then Qin Shou tilted his head back and downed it!
In that instant, Qin Shou felt the temperature around him drop significantly!
At the same time, it seemed like countless pairs of eyes were staring at him!
