C1041 Tibetan Poem

Luo Feng hurriedly followed Jia Liu to the Scripture Pavilion to take a look, almost fainting from anger. The old saying goes, fortune never comes twice, there's not only bad luck but also bad luck.

"Who did it?" Luo Feng turned his face around faster than he would flip a book, and roared at the guests that were walking over while joking.

The smile on his face froze, not knowing how to respond