Donor charged all the way to the last city. His burly body also felt tired.
Donor sat down beside Sheng Xiao. He stared at the sparks and suddenly asked Sheng Xiao, "Do you have wine?"
Sheng Xiao said, "No."
Donor pursed his lips. "You're lying to me again. You hesitated just now. You must have wine on you."
Sheng Xiao was silent for a moment before he took out a pot of Green Plum Wine reluctantly. He didn't give it to Donor. Instead, he patted Yu Huang's shoulder gently and lowered his head to ask her, "Do you want to drink some Green Plum Wine to warm up?"
Yu Huang sat up in Sheng Xiao's arms. She thought of her terrible alcohol tolerance and resisted the temptation. "No." She was afraid that she would make a fool of herself when she was drunk.
Making a fool of herself in the Doomsday Battlefield was equivalent to making a fool of herself in front of the participants of the three thousand worlds.
Yu Huang was prideful.
