C784 The Dark and Profound Fantasy

Xiaoming, who was passing by Feng Xichuo, glanced at the mist in front of him and shook his head helplessly.

"Hey, I have already drunk two bowls of sour plum soup. You guys haven't even finished fighting yet, but you are still quite good."

When the three people who were frozen heard this familiar voice, their eyes kept glancing behind them. However, their bodies were restricted