C1283 Hell King Is Dead(1)

In front of the bar counter, Hell King sat down with Leng Luocha in his arms. Because they were acquaintances, the bartender gave him the red wine he often drank.

"What would you like to drink, miss?" the bartender asked with a smile.

"Whatever." Leng Luocha pretended to be ignorant.

Hell King smiled mysteriously, "Give this beauty the drinks that we often drink