C150 To the Immortal Execution Plane!

Half a month later, in Nanjiang City, in the villa area of the Bi Shui Yun.

Xiao Tian was wearing a moon-white robe as he sat in the yard. There was a delicate wine jug on the stone table in front of him.

"When can we drink this?" Xiao Tian sighed helplessly.

Sometimes, something too good would also be a problem. After drinking it for a thousand years