C1007 Meng tianyin's mind

"Made from spirit grass?" Hearing that, Long Yu turned his head and glanced at Yuan Shu, and then, tried to drink another small mouthful. The expression on his face was no longer so conflicted, but it was still unavoidable for his five senses to gather together again. Yes, there was indeed the smell of spirit grass. Furthermore, the second bite doesn't seem to be that sour anymore