"Don't be nervous!" The man belched and drunkenly said, "I mean no harm. I'm just bored and wanted to chat with you."
"But who would have thought, you left when I came, making me wait here for days. I've spent all my money and even got my clothes stolen..." The man complained, staring at Ye Xunhuan, "You're responsible for all of this!"
"Who are you?" Ye Xunhuan asked, looking at the man with full alertness.
"You can call me Ye Nanfeng!"
Ye Nanfeng, the God of Wine, is the supreme leader in the underground world, a carefree and peerless master.
"Ye Nanfeng?"
"The 'Ye' of 'night'!" Ye Nanfeng said blandly, "We don't share the same surname, and there's no need for you to be nervous. I mean no harm. If I did, I would've acted against you long ago!"
Saying that, Ye Nanfeng walked over to the sofa in the living room.
Upon reaching the sofa, Ye Nanfeng lay down on it and said, "Marshal, you killed the king?"
