Chapter 971 "Thank you, sir." Miyamoto said gratefully to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng shook his hand and hurried back, and Jiang Yue booked the ticket for tomorrow. Standing in the hotel, Ye Feng lay comfortably in the bathtub, enjoying the relaxation of his body.

For myself, it can be said that it is a great enjoyment.

I know that the wounds in the sea are recovering little by little, and the wounds in my body are gradually smoothed out.

"Life is wonderful." Ye Feng thought leisurely and leisurely. At this time, Ye Feng suddenly smelled a cold fragrance.

This is Miyamoto's fragrance, and Ye Feng's eyes flashed a trace of...