Xu Fusheng really didn't know that the strange grass was the sacred object that the elders of Suoyunwu had been waiting for for hundreds of years.
If you get into trouble, you will bear the consequences.
If I promise Fusheng not to die today, I will have nothing to do with Suoyunwu in the future.
It's just that she lost her home, but... Where did this woman come from?
Zhi Mo held the wine glass and said slowly: You ate me.