Wait, the food here should be...

impossible!

How dare the other party be so bold!

There are not a few refugees around Hangzhou Prefecture. Many of them come from other surrounding prefectures. The number of refugees gathered here is probably no less than hundreds of thousands!

If you really turn into a demon...

That would be really troublesome!

When Yang Fan thought of this, his heart became heavier and heavier.

Ingested through the air, some of the porridge being cooked in the pot disappeared out of thin air and fell directly into Yang Fan's hands.

He carefully observed with his clairvoyance.

Sure enough, traces of demon blood were found in these grains!

"Wang Zhenquan, you really deserve to die!"
Chapter completed!