chapter 112 Don't drink too much wine

The night market was smoky and smoky. Pushing cups and cups, making fists and shouting, it's so lively. Shawn Parisch took two beauties and found an empty seat outside to sit down, and immediately attracted the attention of a large group of men. The two of them were dressed as if they were immortal fairies who suddenly descended into the mortal world. Regardless of appearance, temperament, or conversation, they are all incompatible with this place. Willowen Hulburd was fine, but Doreen...