C134 What a Prodigal Son
On top of Guo Shan's mountain, the environment was beautiful, the medicinal aroma was dense, and just by smelling it, one's mind would be at ease.
The three people and the dog sat on the other side of a table made entirely out of crystal jade. The big yellow dog stared at the medicine garden in front of it without blinking, saliva dripping onto the table. Jiang Chen rubbed his head
