Finally, finally, they all fell down, Zhao Guang looked at the Beastmen sprawled in disarray in front of him, and then beckoned for someone to drag them away.
That's right, drag them away, these guys were too heavy, even lifting them was not easy.
There was no helping it, this time as the host, Zhao Guang could only join the Beastmen in their drinking. He himself had several big cups of chili oil, and now he was feeling some stomach pain.
Even with Rapid Regeneration, and his resistance far surpassing that of the Beastmen, it felt like two different things.
After putting down these Beastmen, hopefully, they wouldn't dare to be so brazen next time.
Acting as the god of wine, or perhaps the god of chili oil, Zhao Guang felt strangely triumphant.
"Still, I have to hurry up and get those houses built over there, constructing in the dead of winter is such a hassle," Zhao Guang said, looking ahead. Despite the headache, he still needed to make arrangements.
