Li Jianguo traveled into the Qinman Siheyuan novel he wrote, with hundreds of billions of material space and full-level magical skills at his side. He went to the countryside for five years before returning. When the courtyard door was opened, the neighbors were all frightened - wasn't this man dead? Yi Zhonghai's face turned pale, and the deaf old lady's legs went weak and she almost sat on the ground. The letter was clearly asked to be intercepted by him. Why is the living person standing here? He carried the jingling cloth bag and walked towards the backyard without stopping. This poor yard needs a new way of life.
