荔枝枇杷秋葵绿巨人西瓜榴莲

After wasting the eleventh pot of pills, Ning Cheng finally succeeded. The twelfth furnace of elixir hadn't been released yet, and the faint fragrance shocked his consciousness. The trace of foreign consciousness that originally stretched across Ningcheng's sea of ​​consciousness also had a vague tendency to separate....