C1222 The Power of the Flying Ancestral Dragon

When those lips landed on Cheng Feng's mouth, Cheng Feng felt as if he was struck by lightning.

Immediately after, a delicate fragrance abruptly rushed into Cheng Feng's mouth.

This fragrance was no small matter. It was like the fragrance of a woman, but more like a lump of energy that had been refined to the pinnacle.

When the sweet fragrance entered Cheng Feng's mouth, it entered his stomach