the next day, when lin hui opened his eyes again, he found that he was already lying on a wooden bed, and the soft bedding made him feel warm and fortable.
it was a little dark and i didn't know when it began to rain. lin hui sat up from bed and shook his head nstantly
"hoarseness! i drank a lot of wine yesterday. i don't think anything emba
assing happened. " lin hui punched his head slightly with his hand.
then lin hui said to the spirit of the space ring in his mind, "duan lao, did we win?"
"that's right, lin kid. we won." duan old looked at lin hui, who was still beating his head in bed, and uld not help sighing: "to kill the eighth battle respect with the strength of the third order war respect, lin hui's strength is nstantly increasing, and it seems that the pletion of that is just around the rner."
"lin hui, when you get up, run zhenyuan and expel the alhol from your body. you still have a lot of work to do at the end of the war." duan always looked at lin hui, who was still in a dull state, and did not speak well.
"oh, what duan al