C110 The Secret of the Wine Pot

In the white fog, Shi Xiaochui was drunk. He began to imitate the movements of the golden figures. Every time he imitated one of them, the figure would approach him. It was like a teacher teaching with his hands.

It continuously helped him train his moves.

Just like that, Shi Xiaochui forgot about time.

After a long time.

Shi Xiaochui opened his eyes with some regret