A simple and cleverly designed washbasin is placed on the table.

The edge of the washbasin is decorated with four relief dragons, surrounding them, integrated and powerful.

Those who can own such a washbasin must be either rich or noble.

What’s even more rare is that what’s in the pot is not an extraordinary thing.

A golden liquid rippled slightly, a luxury called black tequila.

It is said that there are only a few hundred bottles left in the wine cellar of the Dark Elf royal family, and not a single bottle is opened for non-major royal celebrations.

Then, there must be even fewer people who can flow into the people.

At the table, the figure of a mature man gradually emerged in the darkness.

He sighed softly, then put the golden mask on his hand aside.

Under the light that is visible, his peerless face is revealed.

At this moment, if a young girl accidentally caught a look of such a face, she would instantly lose her beauty and then fall happily on the floor.

However, despite his appearance as a handsome man, the man seemed unsatisfied.

He frowned as he watched the tequila reflect his appearance.

"If it's a sin," he said to himself, "I obviously have not been deeply sinful enough."

He sighed softly again.

Put your hands in the wine and scooped up some fine wine, which he spilled onto his handsome face.

For a moment, the smell was fragrant and fragrant.

What a glaring act!

"Sir Jinguan! Sir Jinguan! A fat sheep appeared again!".

A noisy shout came from a distance, interrupting the Jinguan's washing.

He picked up a towel and gently wiped his face.

The complex emotions appeared in the eyes of Jinzan.

"He is handsome and can't be used as a food," he murmured to himself, "Men must rely on themselves."

He picked up the mask on the table and slowly put it on his face.

At the same time, Yang Jian and his group were wandering in the market, followed by a few hundred people, and everyone rushed to witness the demeanor of the rich.

The strong Rex Bob pushed a small cart with both hands, carrying at least a few hundred pieces of cake cut.

As the saying goes, "Lian Po is old and can still eat food."

Old Hans held a piece of yellow cut cake in one hand, and his stomach was bulging.

Little Qianxi held a small piece of cake and her mouth was bulging.

Yang Jian, known as the "Fat Sheep", wore his sunglasses and continued to pretend to be cool, and waved to the audience behind him from time to time.

A group of people were surrounded like stars arching the moon, so majestic.

Suddenly, a man wearing a black windbreaker and a white mask appeared and blocked their way out.

"This boss", the man waved his hand, "My owner, Mr. Jinzan, has long been revered by your name and knows that you have a wealthy family and are full of heroism."

The man bowed to him.

"What do you want to say directly?" Yang Jian said lightly.

"Invite you to come to our store to experience a journey of heritage and treatment. We guarantee that you will linger."

The only thing that lost is left is the shorts!

Yang Jian laughed in his heart.

"Tell you that my master, Mr. Yang will definitely go to the appointment as scheduled, but before that."

He looked at Hans and Bob with bare arms.
Chapter completed!