"Someone is here!" Ma Xingjian reminded in a low voice.

Several people headed towards the hole of the tree.

I saw Li Yanhong, who was covered in old age spots, walking in from outside sneakily.

Wang Han stood up, his legs swaying.

The soul of the Ancestral Dragon Emperor is still running around in his body.

It takes at least fifteen minutes to control it.

Li Yanhong stood under the tree and looked up at the top.

He picked up the bowl again and placed it in front of his nose and smelled it.

I used my fingers to dip it a little in my mouth and savored it.

"Why does it feel like I'm having anger on my urine!"

He looked around and looked up again and looked in the direction of the tree hole.

"Little Grass!"

Li Yanhong shouted upwards.

Wang Han turned his head and looked at Li Xiaocao.

Waves.

Li Xiaocao came over, Wang Han rubbed Li Xiaocao's head, and Li Xiaocao's head looked out of the hole.

But I forgot that I was still wearing Ma Xingjian's coat.

Seeing this, Ma Xingjian hurriedly reached out and pulled it.

The fragrant and tender white back is exposed, and a bow tied with a red rope hanging on the waist.

Li Xiaocao screamed in fear without any precaution.

Li Yanhong frowned.
Chapter completed!