"Why are there so many prison grass in this place?" The ancestors of huangquan didn't know the fierce battle that had taken place here.

Ye Kong didn't expect that the life force of the cage grass was so strong. For half a year, the empty space was covered with a cage made of square vines.

in the moonlight, one by one, the cages pull out a piece of black shadow. It looks like a coffin. It feels strange.

"how about this place?" Ye Kong jumps off his horse and looks at this piece of cage grass.

"it's a good place. Although the prisoner's cage grass is all inferior and low-level...