C64 Walking spirit

Looking at Yang Fan's ponytail swaying and disappearing from my sight, I also felt a sense of loss.

When I retracted my gaze from Yang Fan's body, I found that the slovenly Daoist Priest was already wolfing down the steamed bun without even greeting me.

He hurriedly picked up a steamed bun and started to eat as well. Not only was the steamed bun fragrant, the food was also very delicious