In the scenic spot in the middle of the night, there are only the screams of owls.

Lin Luoran flies to the shore carrying Rong Donglin. The morning sun is going to jump out of the lake. In a few seconds, Liao’s fishing boat has disappeared in the mist on the lake.

“Ah! He hasn’t told us where the Dragon Palace is!” The nasty old man wants to swindle them out of 30,000. No way!

Lin Luoran covers his mouth with her hand immediately. Rong is a good ...