C2479 The Destruction of the Fog Race!
The marshal smiled and suddenly pointed at the cup on Lo Yu's table and said, "Come, drink three cups first and let me tell you slowly."
Lo Yu looked down and saw that the wine in the cup was refreshing and had a fragrant smell.
He thought carefully and said in his heart, "Mist is a madman. It's already good enough for him to leave him a seat in the tent, and he even filled it with wine