บท 72: Wine Gourd

Lin Fan held up the wine gourd in his hand.

He looked at it carefully.

It must have been something valuable, and the old man seemed to love drinking.

So, Lin Fan, with the wine gourd in one hand, pointed at Zhao Qing Ying with his other hand.

"Old man, have you played football before?" Lin Fan said.

"Football? What's that?"

It was Zhao Qing Ying's turn to be perturbed.

Without warning, Lin Fan swung his arms in a circle.

Winding up, faster and faster, then he suddenly threw the wine gourd into the woods.

Whoosh!

The wine gourd shot into the air like an arrow, flying at least a few kilometers away.

"Damn! What the hell! My precious wine gourd!" Zhao Qing Ying quickly leaped and went after his wine gourd.

"Hahaha." Zhang Xi couldn't help it anymore and laughed out loud.

Finally, someone was able to prank Zhao Qing Ying.

"I should have known," Lin Fan said as he saw Zhang Xi reveal herself.