The coquettish red blood floated in the air and the white-haired old man flew in the air, making everyone open their eyes wide.
"Well..."
"Then, when did that drunkard go there?"
"Oh my God! Is he a super master?"
Many people were shocked.
The middle-aged drunkard stood in front of Lin Tian and gulped down the liquor. Then he wiped his mouth and said, "Great!"
It was not until this moment that the white-haired old man fell on a stall dozens of miles away with a bang. He struggled for a while but failed to get up. In the end, he fainted.
Looking at the middle-aged drunkard, Lin Tian was also shocked.
Just now, even he didn't see clearly how the drunkard appeared in front of him.
"Thank you, sir," after a pause, he said.
Anyway, Lin Tian knew that it was the drunkard who saved him.
