C561 The Majesty of the Patrolling God

"Master, what do we do now?" Haotian Bai walked to Han Feng's side and asked. Han Feng reached out his hand to pat her shoulder, meaning don't be impatient.

"You piece of wood, why don't you laugh for a bit!" You don't even know how little you've been smiling for ten years. Look at you, you two have white hair, wrinkled faces