C407 It's not good to be fooled

Xiang Wentian did not say anything, but a cold aura surged from his body. Mo Han knew that he had talked too much.

Shaking his head, Mo Han left.

Mo Han sighed deeply, walked to the quiet forest and sat on the fake mountain. He took out the wooden flute in his bosom and started playing.

The sound of the flute was clearly melodious and beautiful