Insight into the Tiny Dao Qiongcang (2)

"Finally, I'll sprinkle it with my exclusive 'Fragrance Powder.' Tsk tsk, that taste, that texture..."

After Dao Qiongcang finished speaking, Aunt Xiang remained unmoved.

The hundreds of white-clothed people behind him gulped.

Their stomachs were wriggling. They were hungry after waiting for the entire afternoon.

Ghostface was also lying on the ground, twitching in despair.

He was surrounded by the Xiang family and the Ghost God gang's Fried Fish, and the Dark Division had also investigated the identities of the subsequent few waves of "saviours."

Dao Qiongcang was not afraid of letting everyone know about his achievements.

Ghostface had heard of not only the teahouse but also the fellow practitioners of Fen Qin.

It was a pity that their backs were exposed.

Dao Qiongcang didn't move, but the Dark Division and the Transformation Division moved out. They took what they needed and killed what they needed.