C112 Mother

Daoist Xuanqi was wearing a green Daoist robe with a gourd hanging from his waist. He hadn't even walked a few steps when he drank a few gulps of wine to quell his thirst. Perhaps this wasn't quenching his thirst …

As Chang Ge thought of this, he smacked his lips. She, who hated climbing mountains, sympathized with this old man: Grandpa