C375 A Mysterious Strong Enemy

In the little bamboo house at the back of the mountain.

Jiang Ling, who was wearing a white robe, was holding a sprinkler in his hand to water the flowers and plants in front of the house.

Looking at the growth of the flowers and plants, he was in a very good mood.

Suddenly.

Jiang Ling suddenly raised his head. A trace of surprise flashed across his handsome face