Xiao Yang smiled disdainfully and pressed his hand on the cup. Zhou Jianda was shocked when he saw it.

Because the bottom of the goblet was embedded in the sandalwood coffee table.

What kind of weird power is this blunt and fragile bottom of the cup embedded in the wood, and the glass of wine turns into wood?

If the goblet was replaced by himself, wouldn’t it be pinched into a meat pie by him?

Zhou Jianda's eyelids twitched wildly, and he swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and said in fear: "Brother, who are you? I have no guilt for your sins."
Chapter completed!