C391 Strange Poison.

A few chairs were placed together. Xu Xianqing was lying on top of it with a roasted chicken in his arms. He looked carefree as he enjoyed Liu Yang's massage while eating the delicious food.

"Old man, don't mess around anymore."

Liu Yang pressed the old man's waist helplessly. The wisps of Extreme Yang Flame Power flowed through his palm, emitting a wave of heat