C478 Mists

The clouds were hazy, the flowers were fragrant, and the trees were lush. A steaming waterfall flowed down vertically, making a slight sound as it fell into the water. Such a scene was like a paradise on earth.

"Alright, Guoer, let's go. That Yuwen Feng is here." Ouyang Qingcheng stretched out her white and smooth arms as she mumbled lazily.

"Huh?" Han Guoer was shocked