C552 Regression

Peach blossoms bloomed for hundreds of miles as clear streams gurgled. Gu Donglai was lying on a rock with a leaf hanging from the corner of his mouth. The Shihaihu Lake beside him was quiet, as if it wasn't real.

"Where did the dead rabbit go? Did he go to drink flower wine again?" Damn it, if my cultivation was higher than mine, then I would have nothing to do all day. Fortunately