บท 1721: Aunt mu (1)

Clear cloud Mountain, cloud deer Institute.

In the Academy, which was shrouded in righteousness all year round, yang Gong's eyelids trembled slightly, and then he opened his eyes.

The first thing he felt was excruciating pain. All the muscles in his body were torn apart and his meridians were broken. His lungs were on fire, and his mouth was dry. Every breath he took would affect his injuries.

However, his mental state was very good. His thoughts were clear, and a faint light was hidden in every inch of his flesh and blood, every cell.

It was a little difficult to move his hands and feet. Yang Gong tried to sit up, but to no avail. He said in a deep voice, "

"Tea!"

The teapot on the table flew up on its own and moved above his lips. Then, it tilted the mouth of the teapot and poured the tea at a moderate speed.