C1208 Yan Chixia and Ten Directions

The Ruffian Daoist curled his lips, he was lazy to spout nonsense, the little monk's brain was weak, and he couldn't explain it to him.

Inside the carriage, Ye Fann looked at the afterimage in the air and was a little stunned.

That scoundrel earlier had put on a desperate act, and it was actually just a pretense. He decisively turned around and ran away.

Thinking for a moment