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Wang An held the wine bottle and poured the wine gracefully.
With the bottle pouring, the mellow red wine was poured into the goblet.
The red liquid was in the cup, constantly curling and churning.
The air was filled with a strong fragrance, even if the wind was blowing, this fragrance still did not dissipate for a long time.
"Master, do you want your old servant to taste this wine first?" After Wang An finished pouring the wine, he looked at the attractive red wine. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but ask.
Ye Bei said nothing.
But the tall woman stood up at this moment, took the red wine bottle, and looked at Wang An, with a slight smile on her face, "Kunlun Mountain Old Immortal, the king of the underground world. Of course, you are qualified to drink such a glass of red wine! Although our killer organization often has some friction with the forces you control, in my heart, I still admire you very much!"