The Taisui And The Tibetan Mastiff

"Not wine. What is that?" Chen Fan scratched his head, and still couldn't figure out anything, so he took the plastic bags that were made to wrap bowls, carefully tied the bowl set and was prepared to take it to land, then find a laboratory to test the components inside.

Circling the stone pagoda with the small bowl in hand, it was now just a simple shell. if he wanted to make this a good place to stay, it would be a big project. Chen Fan pulled back his reluctance to leave the sight, slowly walked down the stairs, and then went in the submarine.

After the electric eel burst through the cave into the dock, Chen Fan sat in the Maybach, thinking about where to identify the liquid in the bowl.