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He couldn't drink this wine. If he took a sip, Zhao Yi would definitely drink him up tonight. Tonight was a crucial night, so he smiled slightly, "Master Zhao, I'm injured. The doctor has ordered me not to drink alcohol, please forgive me. In fact, I rarely see General Ye, and my words are soft, so there are some words that are useless to me. "

Zhao Yi was slightly displeased