C258

Two hundred and fifty-eight chapters

Feng Lingjue was squatting in front of the ground, carefully watering his cabbage. Suddenly, he thought of something, and as he held his chin, he stared blankly at the water that was slowly being poured down.

"I wonder how is Hua Liuyue and Qing Lang is doing ?"

It had been so long, yet there was still no news