C160 Paranormal Lord Ghost

After eating, Lan Shumo felt a little sleepy. He rubbed his eyes and couldn't help but yawn.

"Are you tired?" Feng Zhilang slightly bent down and looked at the youth's eyes that were filled with saline water. They were clean and lovable.

"En. " Lan Shumo felt a little dizzy. If it wasn't for the fact that Feng Zhilang had never touched that cup of Immortal Burning Grass