C497 Two Hundred Thirty-seven

After the three of them had eaten their fill, Duan Xiaoyao, Gao Zijun, and Xin Yi strolled through the streets. Duan Xiaoyao took out his wine jug and swayed it as he chanted in a low voice, "Wu Huan, Jin Huan, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine. Selling with you will be eternal sorrow!"

"Xiao Yao is truly a strange person. No matter what time, he can always be so happy