C163 Pilfered Mole

It was late at night.

Wu Chen was also completely immersed in his cultivation.

At the edge of the mountain three meters to his right, there was a slight sound of rocks cracking. Soon, a small pile of rocks fell down, and a watermelon-sized hole appeared.

A fat mouse that was not much bigger than a fist came out of the hole. Its long nose was sniffing, and it suddenly smelled something fragrant