C96 None

When Feng Shenglan said this, Yuanyuan was thinking anxiously and racking her brains. He took out three to five lines of poems from his stomach that originally lacked a few drops of ink. Before she could think of a few more lines, Feng Shenglan had already turned his head towards the distant column in high spirits.

"You can make it so that there is no meat to eat and no bamboo to live in