C971 Blood Spirit King

Just like this, before the celebration had even begun, three rounds of wine had already passed.

Although the entire palace appeared to be festive, Qin Yun could sense that the entire palace was filled with a gloomy aura.

Everyone was very careful. No one even said a word.

Ning Chuan looked at the performance of the people present, smiling as he picked up a spirit fruit from the table