C264 Calamity field

When Uncle Judge took a sip, half of the wine in the jug had gone. I laughed out loud and said, "Hahaha, good!"

Stretching my head over, I raised my head and drank the rest of the pot clean. In this spiciness, I also felt a kind of bitterness, a kind of sorrow brought about by death.

With a "hua la" sound, the Uncle Judge, whose eyes were bloodshot, smashed the wine jar onto the ground