Just when Ye Luo felt nauseated, a figure sat directly opposite Ye Luo.

This man has a short stature, short hair, and a stooped figure. He looks a bit like a wretched old man.

"Who are you?"

Ye Luo turned around and said angrily.

To be honest, he really didn't want to talk to this person.

"Don't be in a hurry to chase people away. Maybe you'll be interested in what I'm talking about!"

As the wretched old man spoke, he took the initiative to pour himself a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp!

"You really don't think you are an outsider? Did you let me drink?"

Seeing this, Ye Luo couldn't help but frown and immediately said in a deep voice.

Although this wine is disgusting and I can’t possibly drink it, it is what I paid for after all!

What does it mean when you fill yourself up with a glass when you come up?

"You, a foreigner, can't get used to drinking this centipede poison wine, so I'll just drink it for you!"

After hearing Ye Luo's words, the wretched old man didn't care. He immediately smiled faintly and looked at Ye Luo's cloudy old eyes, which seemed to be full of deep meaning.

"Can you tell I'm a foreigner?"
Chapter completed!