After a few days of recuperation, the wounds caused by the demonic qi behind Yu Ling have been so good that they are still not getting better.

Early this morning, Xi He went upstairs with a medicine bowl, and was thinking about whether to ask the little pig essence to go to the mountain pharmacy to buy some elixir and come back, but he found that the house was empty, and the 'joking' immortal was gone.

The clouds on the bed were stacked neatly, and there was not a trace of mess in the room,

"Bending the waist for the gods" 143 Dead or wounded is in the hand, please wait a moment,

Once the content is updated, please refresh the page again to get the latest updates!