C1217 Hundred Years of Cultivation

Hua Jian's words nearly caused Yun Hao's sleepiness to disappear into nothingness.

He forcefully opened his eyes, rolled his eyes at Hua Jian, and asked: "What are you thinking?"

"I was just thinking about normal things." Hua Jian said very matter-of-factly.

"I'm going to bed." Yun Hao shrunk his neck, turned and walked into another room. Pushing open the door