Shangguan Xiaoyao suddenly felt a toothache. His little plan was known clearly by Mo, which made him feel very aggrieved.

But he had no other choice.

Otherwise, he wanted to take advantage of the battle to attack Nanhua and Xianyuan from time to time.

Now that everything is in vain, Shangguan Xiaoyao can only place his hope on Shangguan Yun, who is hiding in the dark.

"What the hell, how could the dragon clan have such a lecherous dragon? He has no pride at all."

Ao Qing raised his eyebrows, "Arrogance? What is that? Is there any good wine?"

After three questions, Shangguan Xiaoyao was completely defeated.

The two of them are evenly matched, and even if they fight for dozens or hundreds of years, the winner cannot be determined.

Ao Qing didn't want to fight him, and he really had no choice.

There was no point in chasing him and hacking him, or forcing Ao Qing to fight.

"Never mind."

Shangguan Xiaoyao put away his imperial weapon and lay down to drink, not wanting to pay any attention to Ao Qing.

He planned to just give up and let them take it all.

It is still unknown who will receive the imperial army in the end.

Now the situation will only change if we wait for those hidden guys to take action.

However, Ao Qing's wine is indeed delicious.

Shangguan Xiaoyao finished the pot quickly.

"Laizilong, this wine is good. Give me ten or eight more jugs."

"Didn't you just finish one pot, and there are still three pots left?"

"Can't I save it for drinking? Hurry up, stop talking nonsense and hand over the wine."

Ao Qing looked at Shangguan Xiaoyao speechlessly.

But he still took out five more jugs of fine wine.

"That's all."

Shangguan Xiaoyao snatched the wine and said with disdain, "Wine is meant to be drunk, look at your awful expression, why are you so distressed?"

Ao Qing's face suddenly darkened and he stopped talking. Shangguan Xiaoyao didn't want to pay any attention to him either.