C1466 Primary Formation of Armor

Outside the workshop, Gutt was blowing on it with a bottle of wine. Naturally, he did not believe that Luo Xuan could melt the Fire Qilin's scales, and did not hold any hope.

After drinking a bottle outside, he rubbed his big mouth, not caring if his beard was wet or not. He did not care about the details and merely burped. His face was slightly red, and he looked drunk.

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