"What would the guest like to drink?"
The head of the living corpse seems not enough. Hearing Linge's question, he forgot his question just now, tilted his head and thought about it, and asked, "Drink? What are you drinking?"
"This is a bar, of course it is for drinking. If the guests don't want to drink, there is also juice." Ringer smiled.
"Wine?" The living corpse's gray eyes rolled, as if recalling something, suddenly became excited, "I want to drink, give me wine."
Ringer Sweep
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