C222 Reentering the other world -- there is no pressure on the body for art

In the morning, Long Feiyu was standing in the courtyard wandering around by himself. The air here was really good, so pure that it seemed like it could bathe one's own lungs in.

At this time, the family members reported, "Mister Long, it's time to teach Young Gongzi!"

Long Feiyu laughed, he remembered his duty