C1796 There Were Actually No Medicinal Pills Here
"It seems like they are selling some kind of Flying Cake. What is this thing?"
When Ye Meng heard this, he curiously squeezed into the crowd.
The person who jumped into his eyes was a middle-aged man in his forties.
The man wore a gray robe. In front of him was a simple stall.
On the stall, there was a neat row of pastries
