The extra-terrestrial environment had changed too much. It ranged from a high temperature of 200 degrees to a low temperature of minus 200 degrees. Perhaps it would turn into powder after a low temperature.
Xu Tui did not refuse. He sat around the crowd and toasted with them. He dried the canned food with his cheeks and clinked glasses with everyone.
After fighting in the extra-terrestrial for several years, even Luo Murong, who had never touched a drop of alcohol, would start to drink one or two glasses. There was no other way. In the extra-terrestrial, drinking a glass of wine or smoking a cigarette was the simplest and fastest way to vent his stress and loneliness.
As for female partners, they were too difficult to find.