C753 The Sword of Wine

"Aiyaya, I was going to stab you in the butt with my sword.

It seems like the heavens really do wish for me, the Wine Sword Immortal, to be righteous and open. "

A swaying figure stepped out from the snowstorm.

He wore a simple and unadorned green robe, carried a wood sheathed Longsword on his back, and didn't move an inch away from the brown wine gourd.

It was the Wine Sword Immortal