On the Heavenly River, Qin Mu, butcher, Tian Shu, and the rest were sitting on a fast ship. The cabin was filled with fine wine, and heavenly king Tian Shu was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks. From time to time, he would want to open a jar and drink to his heart’s content, however, Butcher used the face of his knife to slap his hand away.
“Drink sparingly.”
Luo wushuang said coldly, “You are as timid as a mouse, and you only have this ship of wine. You still have to wait for heavenly venerate to give you courage. If you drink all of it on the way, you will only be scared shitless when facing heavenly venerate.”
Heavenly king Tian Shu sneered, “I will be scared shitless? That’s right, I will be scared shitless! Luo wushuang, how can you not be scared when facing celestial venerable?”
