The High and High sword saint Is Just So So
8 PM.
Tianmu City.
Furong District.
Chen Family Noodle Shop.
"Boss, give me three bowls of stewed noodles."
Accompanied by a shout.
The travel-worn Li Jun strode into the noodle shop.
He found a seat under the fan and sat down.
Although he had been sitting in the car for a long time, there was no sign of fatigue on his face.
His eyes were bright and his expression was confident.
If not for the fact that her ears were full of earrings, it would have ruined her image.
Anyone who saw it would have to say that he was a young talent with an extraordinary bearing.
After sitting down, he finally had the time to turn on his phone and look at the message his sister had just sent.
To be honest, before he entered this noodle shop and sat down, he had never cared about what kind of person Su Mo was.
Even if the other party had exchanged for the lightless sword that he had yearned for day and night.