C327 Here It Comes Again

When she landed on the ground, the Whitewater Hound was collecting the dew while deep in thought.

He waited until the bottle was full before he closed the lid and decided to practice his qinggong before getting up.

"Miss! Miss! This is bad! "

The sound of autumn water could be heard from outside.

White Water Immortal frowned. She put away the bottle and immediately appeared outside. "Come in