"Someone is coming!" Ma Xingjian reminded in a low voice.

Several people headed towards the entrance of the tree cave.

Then I saw Li Yanhong, whose face was full of age spots, sneaking in from outside.

Wang Han stood up, his legs swaying uncontrollably.

The soul of the Ancestral Dragon Emperor is still running around in the body.

It will take at least fifteen minutes to control it.

Li Yanhong stood under the tree and raised his head to look above.

He picked up the bowl again, put it in front of his nose and smelled it.

He dipped a little more with his finger and put it in his mouth, savoring it for a while.

"It feels like the urine is on fire!"

He looked left and right, then raised his head and looked in the direction of the tree hole.

"Little grass!"

Li Yanhong shouted upward.

Wang Han turned his head and looked at Li Xiaocao.

Waved.

Li Xiaocao came over, Wang Han rubbed Li Xiaocao's head, and Li Xiaocao poked his head out of the cave.

But he forgot that he was still wearing Ma Xingjian's coat.

Seeing this, Ma Xingjian quickly stretched out his hand and pulled it.

Her fragrant and white back is exposed, and a bow made of red rope hangs from her waist.

Li Xiaocao was unprepared and screamed in fright.

Li Yanhong frowned.
Chapter completed!