C113 Lucky

Feng Zimo took out a tea set from his Space Ring. Loong Qin also sat in front of the table and started brewing tea.

Yi Yinglong's face touched the ground intimately. His bones also felt waves of pain. He could not stop wailing, but with Feng Zimo stepping on his head, he could not circulate the energy in his body. He could only lie down and hum.

Feng Zimo was annoyed by what he heard