"Kid, your body is too weak, you can't even handle this bit of wine."
The Tiger King looked at Luo Feng's flushed face and laughed heartily, took the wine jar from Luo Feng's hands, tilted his head back, and gulped down mouthfuls. In the blink of an eye, the jar was empty.
"Good wine!"
The Tiger King wiped his mouth, exhaled a fiery breath, still savoring the wine.
Luo Feng watched in amazement, feeling as if his entire body was set ablaze, with endless flames churning in his chest, unable to resist the urge to roar a few times.
"Senior, what exactly is this wine?" Luo Feng asked with a dry voice.
"In my eyes, there is only good wine or bad wine. This wine should be good wine."
The Tiger King casually tossed aside the wine jar, looked at Luo Feng and smiled, "How does it feel?"
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