C471 Parasitic Ghost Vine

Sometimes it was winter, sometimes it was summer, sometimes it was spring, and sometimes it was autumn.

Just like now, he seemed to have arrived in a very big place. It was autumn, and there were lush grass everywhere.

However, he could not go out. The seasons here kept on cycling, and there was no end to it. Liu Yangshuo did not know where to go.

If he had known