C366 Herba cyperi

Fly, fly, fly!

Ling Xiaotian landed in the appropriate town according to the distance he flew each time, then hired a carriage and headed towards his next destination.

On the carriage, Ling Xiaotian's body was swaying regularly with the carriage's shaking. He yawned and said: "Old fart, you really can't die, this kind of speed