บท 1818: A Mouthful of Wine, A Sleep of Eighteen Days

Half a day later.

In a place called Tomorrow Town in the Supreme Mystic World, Han Fei and Xia Xiaochan were shopping with Yin'er and Nian'er.

At this moment, among the four of them, Han Fei was the strongest, showing the strength of a junior law enforcer. The other three were all weaklings.

Han Fei held a few fish balls in his hand and handed one to each of the three women. "No matter where it is, these fish balls taste the same. I wonder if these are ancestral fish balls."

Xia Xiaochan was lost for words. "Cut the crap! Are we really going to the Martial Emperor City with the people from the Supreme Mystic World in two months?"

Han Fei nodded. "It doesn't matter! These worlds should be fine. If there's a problem, I'll test my luck."