C3718 Pill Ancestor Soul Essence

In the evening.

Wang Xiaoxiao's second bowl of congee was finally finished.

This time, Wang Xiaoxiao had learned her lesson and did not let the congee turn black again.

Gu Xuan could not refuse. He pinched his nose and finished this bowl of congee.

The crystal clear Spiritual Rice Cuisine was chewy when it was in his mouth. It was a unique and unique dish.

After finishing the congee