C821 Archaeopterygium

Yue Ye, hazy.

Mo Qingge brought the freshly made broth into the hall and cheerfully said, "Demon God, come and try the supper that I personally made!"

She completely did not notice that the man on the Imperial Consort's bed had a somewhat solemn and displeased expression.

Gu Mo raised his gaze and said coldly, "Put it down first."

His indifferent tone carried a hint of estrangement