Chapter Forty-Two: The Immortal in Wine

at moment, the needles of the clock fell like rain, and Sun Xiaoyan's plump figure stood bathed in the downpour.>The Kunpi drum held strong!But he cried out in pain, "It hurts! It hurts so much! I can... choice. If Ji Cheng could still command the battle, such a thing would definitely not happen.After all, it did happen.The Qi army naturally wouldn't let them get away, chasing after them with swords...