He smiled and asked, Master, today is the Dragon Boat Festival, is there any realgar mixed in the wine?
The man nodded his head, and mixed it, drink it quickly, I can't blame you for missing the time to set off on the road.
Oh oh, then I'll drink it. Ye Zhong raised his hand to hold the bowl, tilted it into the void, as if he was drinking with someone - then he smiled, raised his neck and smashed the bowl at his feet.
There was a "bang" sound, and the white porcelain shattered on the ground.
"This wine is bad enough, but the realgar taste is strong..." Ye Zhong muttered in a low voice and touched the corners of his mouth with his sleeves. He raised his eyebrows at the restaurant facing him, "But it is enough to bring this great immortal back to his original form."
——You, Ye Zhong, are just like a snake, with sharp teeth and a tricky mouth. You will never be caught.
"I really want to shout that I will be a good man again after eighteen years... But there is no chance this time." He murmured, his vision became a little blurred due to the dazzling light of the guillotine, but it still did not prevent him from seeing the white clothes rising from the attic opposite.
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