C1206 Nirvana martial saint(3)

At the back of the mountain, catkins filled the sky and the fragrance of flowers filled the air.

A stone chair, a stone table, and a stone tea bowl.

That man, that gun, that smile.

Landing on the ground, a figure appeared before Lu Fan.

With a handsome face, he looked to be in his early twenties. His clothes were simple and unadorned