Chapter 118 Chapter 118

flakes falling on the leaves.Zhang Ruochen's clothing corner was also wiped by a gold thread whip, and his clothes cracked instantly. A piece of white cloth, the size of a slap, fell to the ground.sin...ink raw wine made by the wind." The company looked empty at Zhang Ruochen and said, "Brother Zhang, is it true that he is also a man of good wine, who knows that he is intoxicated"Zhang Ruochen smiled...