C1232 The Speed of Cultivation Shocking Zhang Han
"Waiter, I'd like a plate of filet mignon, please. It's the dining table."
"Alright."
Mengmeng sat beside Zhang Han.
"Little Fairy has come?" Zhang Han laughed.
He had sensed it the moment the interspatial gate had opened.
"Heh heh, no one would call me if I didn't come for lunch." Mengmeng pursed his lips at Zi Yan.
"Who knows how long you lazy bastard will sleep for?" Zi Yan said
