MTL - Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

Standing in the long queue, Feng Wanba had already licked his mouth for the sixth time. The aroma of food wafting from the soup kitchen in the distance made him swallow involuntarily.

Seeing that the number of people in front of him has not decreased after a long time, Feng Wanba finally experienced what it means to live like a year.

But he didn't dare to intervene indiscriminately, for fear of offending the masters, he asked him to go home without giving himself porridge.

Finally, after a long wait, it was Feng Wanba's turn

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