Running into a time rift to change clothes?
And giving me wine is one thing, but listening to this ridiculous poem... how can you create poetry so effortlessly? Just went out and already making poems and offering drinks to everyone under the sky?
"Seriously, how can you pretend like this..."
Xu Xiaoshou grimaced, staring at the cup of wine in front of him, grabbed it, and splashed it towards Bazhun'an in mid-air: "I just stepped out of the building for a moment, and you've stirred such a commotion outside already?"
Bazhunan remained silent, only persistently presenting wine.
This was the first person in the five regions who dared to not give him face.
The first cup was poured out, triggering a hidden easter egg—his half-image didn't dissipate in time, smiling as he handed out a second cup of wine, now able to speak:
"Lord Shou, I know it's you, and there's no time to say more, please drink this cup."
Why should I?
