The True Nature of a Bootlicker

As the host, Wang Xuan was interested, so naturally the others did not dare interrupt. They simply stood aside and watched.

They watched the two men's eyes grow wider and wider until they gradually reddened. In the end, a mist welled up in them, and their tears were about to spill over...

Closing their eyes and rubbing them, the two made almost the exact same move at the same time. Whether they won or lost was secondary. If they really burst into tears in front of everyone, they would lose an enormous amount of face.

"Good, no winner or loser. Let's go. You two can fight to the death another day!" Wang Xuan called out. Dian Wei and Zhang Fei looked at each other, then suddenly burst into laughter. They both felt the other man was very much to their liking. Of course, strength was also an important factor.

Dian Wei thought, This black charcoal head is pretty interesting. He's a real man!

Zhang Fei thought, This ugly bastard is pretty interesting. He's a real man!

When they arrived in the rear courtyard, Liu Bei and the other two were stunned. Servants had already set up a large round table in the courtyard, with high-backed chairs arranged around it. In the center of the table sat a strange-looking copper pot, charcoal burning beneath it. A copper pipe, thick at the bottom and narrow at the top, stood upright in the middle of the pot, sending wisps of smoke and heat into the air.

These were all made by craftsmen Wang Xuan had ordered Zhang Miao to provide over the past few days. As for the copper hot pot, it had been simple enough. Wang Xuan had given Dian Wei a copper ingot, and under Wang Xuan's guidance, Dian Wei had