Chapter 117 Spell Liquor

"Are you sure?” Finn Chen had a good laugh. "Sure! Finn, if you're a man, don't dally. Let's spell directly.” Tim Xu said imperiously. "Well, let's spell then.” Finn sighed, don't blame me since you wanted to die yourself. "Waiter, bring me some boxes of beer,” Timm shouted. "There's liquor here. Let's go straight to the liquor.” Finn lightly suggested Tim's face was stiff, spell with liquor? Were you stupid? A bottle of alcohol would directly burn a perforated stomach. Other...