Lin Tian turned his head to look at the man and frowned. He had seen this middle-aged man somewhere.
He frowned and thought for a while. Suddenly, a glimmer of light flashed through his eyes.
"You are the drunkard that day," he said in a low voice.
Back then, on the streets of the capital city, Leng Feng led the strong warriors of the Leng family to assassinate him. At that time, he saved a middle-aged drunkard in the rain of arrows. It was this man.
The middle-aged drunkard looked at Lin Tian and laughed, "Young man, do you have any liquor for me?"
"No, I don't like it," said Lin Tian.
Then he turned his head and looked at Han He and the other two opposite him again.
"No!" The middle-aged drunkard came close and wrapped his arms around Lin Tian's neck, intimately. "You invite me to
