C449 Powerful Culture

When the sunlight shone on the ground, Zhang Xiaodong felt dizzy.

Last night, he had to deal with the Great Master Wuxiang and the Taoist Qingcheng. He had to pay a lot of money, and the most expensive part was his blood and sweat.

"Why don't you rest well when you're so uncomfortable?"

Mu Shenqing used her small hands to massage Zhang Xiaodong's temples