C172

One hundred and seventy-two chapters of Feng Lingjue's counterattack

The candlelight flickered slightly

A faint glow.

In that small room in the forest, Feng Lingjue had a few brushes stuck into his hair. Holding a book in his hands, his eyes looked listless as they became increasingly heavy, as if they weighed a thousand pounds.

Just as his head was about to drop