Xia Yan was totally wasted.0

Taking the advantage that Chu Guang was distracted by other matters, the woman actually took out all the money she had to buy alcohol. 0

She always spent money like there was no tomorrow. It always made Chu Guang wonder how she was able to survive for so long.0

But...0

This also seemed to be the most realistic portrayal of the wastelanders.0

Even if tomorrow was hell, they would still live in the present moment without any worries!0

"Burp... I can still drink!" Xia Yan, with long red hair scattered on her shoulders, murmured while holding a cup.0

"No one's stopping you." Gently pushing Xia Yan’s head that had leaned against his shoulder to the armrest beside her, Chu Guang, who was sitting on the bench at the North Gate Market, took a sip of the wine. After tasting the slightly astringent sweetness, he smacked his lips and stopped.0

Because of the psychological shadow in his previous life, he restrained himself and did not drink too much. After all, if he drank too much again, he might just die again! Moreover, he did not have the confidence that he would be able to respawn.1

Temperance is a higher virtue than kindness.0

It’s totally not because I’m afraid or anything.0

Chu Guang thought to himself.0

In the distance, the nomads also joined the celebration of the players. Those who were able to sing and dance quickly won the applause and cheers of the players.0

"Sir… Although I don't want to ruin your mood, the food we consumed today was a bit too much. The raw meat at the special offer stall is almost sold out, and there is not...0