"Drunkard Big Brother, you clearly knew that Snow Fox Brother can't hold his liquor, so why did you press him to drink? Were you purposely getting him drunk? Tell me, what do you need from me?" Luo Zheng glanced at the slumbering Snow Fox and asked with a smile.
"You're pretty sharp, kid, to have noticed that," the Drunkard said with an indifferent laugh. "I do have something for you. This guy insisted on tagging along. He was getting in the way of our talk, so I had no choice but to knock him out with drink. You were out there fighting in the snowy fields a few days ago, weren't you? Your body must have accumulated a lot of coldness from the snow and ice, which could cause hidden injuries if left unattended for too long. Drink a little more and you'll be fine."
"Thanks for the concern, but you wouldn't have come just to deliver alcohol, right?" Luo Zheng laughed.
