The kindness of a drop of water will be repaid with a gushing spring.
"The spirit race's body was not as strong as the other races, and after he was injured, he was even weaker than the ordinary people in the Qing-Yun realm. My Shangguan family's ancestor met him by chance and felt that he was once the strongest master in the spirit clan's space. It was really unbearable for him to be so down and out, so he gave him three steamed buns to prevent him from starving to death on the street. " Shangguan Wu Xie spoke in an extremely profound tone, talking about a long-sealed past, but it was profound, but it did not sound right.
"Mantou? wait, what did you say? mantou?" Ling Chuxi had only been in a daze for a short while. She had just regained her senses when she heard these words and was a little dazed again.