C533 Herb Maturation

Wang Ye picked up a wooden stick in his hand, swung his arm and threw it far away. Ah Fu then chased after him frantically.

"Fight with me!" Wang Ye laughed as he turned and walked into the kitchen.

Old Urchin poured the wine in his cup into his stomach. He really liked eating game.

On the other side, Bai Ru's forehead was covered in perspiration