C1109 The Smoke Pouch of the Thirteen Guardians

Zhao Yiming casually walked in front of the old man and sat on the stool in front of the stall. His eyes kept scanning the stall and finally looked into the pot.

The soup in the pot was bubbling, but there was a human head boiling inside. He was very familiar with this human head, it was the spear-wielding Little Yang.

Zhao Yiming sighed and said