C181 Luan yang old love

Just as I expected, Feng Ming slowly walked to my side and then sat down on the ground without a care in the world. He sighed as he held a pot of tea in his hand.

"Would you like some? This is something from the Ah Zi race, something that can increase spiritual energy. "

A delicate teacup was placed in front of me. The water ripples on the surface of the cup reverberated in circles