C194 Stomach black master pressure

"Have you prepared dinner?"

Gan Zhixuan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an inexplicable penetrative force that came straight out from the tent.

"Lord, the report is ready. Could you send it in?"

"Yes, sir!" someone answered from outside. Someone walked to the front of the tent, waiting for Xuan's orders.

As soon as he turned around, he glanced at Helian Manqiu