Drink the Red Wine
Hundreds of years ago, the few people he saved casually were no longer alive, but the world, from a certain point, was still affected by them.
"It's a pity that their will and allegiance can't stand the tempering of years, and they disappeared into the inheritance a long time ago." For a long time, Ye Bei sighed softly.
On the deck.
The five foreigners didn't realize what was going on.
Hearing this voice, their expressions were strange, and at the same time, they stared at Ye Bei fiercely, and their killing intent continued to skyrocket.
"How is it? Are you interested in drinking a glass of red wine?" The tall woman grinned.
"Although you speak weirdly, to be honest, your appearance is perfect, and I have a good impression of you. If you die like this, it would be a shame! It's better to drink this glass of wine and come back with, don't you think so?" The petite woman also persuaded.
Ye Bei said nothing.