Fan Qi felt a strong wind swept across his neck, and his skin was stirred up by the cold air.

But he didn't move at all, and he finally held on.

"Hahaha!"

Gan Ning put away the knife and returned the sheath, patted Fan Qi on the shoulder.

"Okay! It seems that you Chammen also have heroes!"

Fan Qi, who almost explained, raised his head and pretended to be humble.

"Everywhere, General Gan is magnanimous and does not have the same knowledge as villains. You are the real hero!"

Gan Ning took out a silver flat wine pot from his arms and handed it to the other party: "Authentic Shangjun burning knife!"

This guy is a desperate person who licks blood at the edge of a knife. When he sees a hob meat like Fan Qi, he naturally feels sympathy.

Fan Qi has heard of the famous Han people's soybean wine and has also drunk a lot of them, but what can be brought to Gan Ning with him must be famous wine.

Unscrew the cap, raised his head and took a big sip.

"Ahem!!"

The mellow and strong wine entered his throat, like a thread of fire, which immediately choked him.

"Hahaha! How could you drink like this? It's a waste! You have to take a small sip and taste it slowly."

Fan Qi tried to take a sip, and it was indeed full of aftertaste.

"Good wine!" After exclaiming loudly, Fan Qi couldn't help but curse: "Lin Yi's profiteer deserves to die!"

Gan Ning was very curious and asked, "Well, what does it mean?"

"I only realized today that the soju they sold in the past was all fake wine. I wonder how much I had cheated me of it!"

Gan Ning laughed and said, "I want to drink authentic soju, come and find me!"

After Gan Ning left, Fan Li flashed out from the side.

Fan Qi quickly presented the silver wine pot, and the good things belonged to the owner.

"The master is right, they really dare not touch us."
Chapter completed!