"You'll have one too?"

He said a cigar and handed it to the sword god: "This is a good thing."

The sword god is cold and accurate. Is this guy underestimating himself?

He was holding a knife in his hand, while the other party actually held a cigar in his hand!

"I won't smoke."

The sword god shook his head and said.

"It's a pity, but I advise you to smoke one. There is also a pot of wine here, and the Moutai collected by the head of the Ding family. Take a sip and it's time to get on the road."

Xiao Chen said lightly: "If you want to eat something, I can ask the people from Shijiazhuang to make it for you.

A dignified sword god, if you are a starving ghost, then it is mine."

What's going on with this guy?

The sword god became increasingly incomprehensible.

Xiao Chen, who seems to be less than thirty years old, has the courage to make him so arrogant and arrogant in front of him.

"I don't drink or eat! I will never die today!"

The sword god said coldly.

"It's so long-lasting to let you drink."

Xiao Chen suddenly moved.

The God of Knife was about to react, but did nothing, and suddenly he felt his arms were wrapped around.

And it was tightly wrapped by one of the other party's hands.

"drink!"

Xiao Chen poured the wine directly into the mouth of the sword god.

Shi Xingfan and others were dumbfounded.

This is not a dream.

Is the sword god or the sword god?
Chapter completed!