Tristan Shen was carried by the Cuiyu Sword and flew back to the bedroom.
It’s so hot…this wine is really good.
Tristan Shen thought with his eyes narrowed.
[Tristan Shen, what Mason Liu said is highly credible...] The system couldn't help but say.
[Oh... so what?] Tristan Shen looked up at the sky. There was not a single cloud in the azure blue sky. The sun's rays seemed to be scorching white, but there was no warmth under the brilliance. He was very annoyed: "Didn't I promise to help her?"
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