C2267 Fallen Soul Powder

At this moment, Lau Yiheng was sitting on the ground with a pile of fire on the ground, and there was a roast meat on the fire. The roast meat had just released its fragrance.

After hearing Qu Yu's words, Lau Yiheng was not surprised, nor did he stand up. He continued to sit on the ground and turned the special wooden stick in his hand. This wooden stick had a special spice on it