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Chapter 117 Underground Buddhist Temple

Wang Ermazi, like me, drank a little too much, but this guy didn't like wasting food. He just frowned and drank a sip, but didn't ask for a second cup. Dajiang himself doesn't like to drink tea very much - only the mountain god, this guy drank with emotion, finishing one cup after another.

After a while, the mountain god tasted every flavor of scented tea. Wang Ermazi patted his head and said speechlessly that your kid died of thirst in the desert in his previous life. If you drink any more, your prostate will explode. Please drink less.

The mountain god smiled bitterly, and said in a somewhat sad tone, when we were in the mountains, let alone tea, everyone was eager to drink it. Brother Mazi, if you had never seen that kind of scene, you wouldn't believe it... .Sigh, I have been left with a psychological shadow.

I thought to myself that I had almost forgotten the main thing, so I immediately asked the mountain god, did I say you escaped from the gap by your

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