This liquor is strong!
It burned my tongue, burned my throat, and even made my eyes a little wet.
well.
He couldn't help but sigh again.
"Hello."
The raccoon sat in the rattan chair and looked at the person behaving strangely. "Uncle Karl, did you drink fake alcohol? You can't drink fake alcohol, you'll die from poisoning."
When she realized that he was ignoring her, she stretched out her hind leg as if to kick him to get his attention.
The leg was a bit short, so I missed.
She climbed down from the small chair, pulled at his clothes, climbed onto his shoulder, and slapped him across the mouth.
"Don't drink anymore."
He slapped me right away, that's really something.
"Uncle Carl, do you owe someone money?"
My aunt, whom I still like, ran off with someone else?
Even the toughest challenges shouldn't be overcome by taking them out on your health.
The raccoon tried to persuade him while kicking away the wine jug next to him with its foot. "What's the big deal? Tell me and we can talk it over. If you're going to kill yourself, I'll steal Docar back and raise him."
Anyway, she's liked Dokar for quite some time now.
Who could resist a behemoth, yet adorable monster with legs as numerous as a giant centipede?
What is it?
Uncle Carl's earlier reluctance to part with the raccoon dissipated considerably in an instant.
The raccoon that's not very bright should be returned.
Here, have some!
The little raccoon stuck out its rear end and buried its head in a stack of talismans before finally finding the one containing food. Three bottles of spirit essence, each the size of a fingernail—that's incredibly generous!
---Aside---
Silly Bucket: It's true that I'm sending things, and it's also true that I want to steal from Dokar.
Take a rest today, goodnight~
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