Today, Duan Li had a strange tenacity.
He was either too drunk or too aggrieved to torment someone in such a way.
Du Yehu helplessly said, "If I don't follow your orders, I'll be deprived of alcohol my whole life. Is that good enough? Let's get some sleep!"
"No!" Duan Li waved his hand, "You agreed too quickly, no sincerity! I want another oath."
He pointed his finger in the air, circling it around, then suddenly seemed to think of something and pointed at Du Yehu, "You swear, if you don't do as I say, your dead brothers won't attain salvation!"
It was the first time Du Yehu's face fell.
"You're going too far!"
The atmosphere in the room became very heavy.
But Duan Li just stared at him stubbornly and drunkenly, as if determined to make him agree.
"You want me to do anything, I'll risk my life to do it for you, anything is fine, I owe it to you! But to say these things, it's unnecessary." Du Yehu turned and walked out, "I hope you're just drunk today!"
