I Became an Ancient God in a Cultivation World
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The next day.
Xu Yuan yawned and slowly woke up.
The antique shop had not opened yet.
He was sleeping on the big sofa for guests, with a blanket draped over him.
The long-haired man was asleep in the recliner, snoring. He had not woken up yet.
Xu Yuan pressed a hand to his head.
His head felt like it was splitting open.
Damn it.
How much rice wine had I drunk last night?
He only remembered the man asking him whether he was drunk.
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