I have to run.
I absolutely have to run.
How can I live such an empty and tasteless life?
The Sect Leader deliberately set him up, and this situation seems impossible to solve. Reading and writing aren't bad things, of course, based on his mother's life experiences, she naturally agreed, so he fell right into the Sect Leader's trap.
Crafty old fox, thinking of every way to set him up.
The power of contradictions is truly immense.
Noon.
"Mother, it's already lunchtime, and your child wants to prepare a meal for you. May I go out and gather some ingredients?" Lin Fan said.
Wei You said, "Looking to slack off, are you?"
"No, absolutely not! Mother, wait a moment, I'll go gather the ingredients right away." Lin Fan closed the book, and immediately dashed toward Zhen Tian Peak. Using the feathers of the Five-colored Heavenly Chicken for artifact refining materials was just too wasteful.
