After shouting for a long time, there was no response. Chen Han sat on the ground with a wry smile: "Grandma, this guy is practicing desperately. God knows when he will wake up again."
"Come!"
Duanmu Yunhai took out two bottles of white wine and handed one to Chen Han, he laughed and said, "It's useless to be anxious, you and my brothers have been cultivating separately for decades, and we don't have a chance to get together, so we should take this rare opportunity to have a good drink." A glass."
Staring blankly at his eldest brother, Chen Han unscrewed the bottle cap and poured the whole bottle of white wine into his stomach. He took some white jade from the storage ring and made a jar that could hold five catties of white wine.
Duanmu Yunhai, who took the wine jar casually, sank his right hand and said in shock, "It's so heavy! I thought it was up to ten catties, what kind of wine is in it?"