The impartial and incorruptible Yuan Qingtian

A gust of wind blew, and the scene in front of them changed. The ears of rice were gone, replaced by fruits hanging all over the branches. It was as if they had arrived at a fruit orchard. Red, yellow, and purple fruits were gorgeous and colorful, and they had ripened to the right state. They hung on the branches in a relaxed manner, waiting for people to pick them.

Taking a deep breath, the fragrance of the fruit burrowed into one's body, as if it wanted to dye one's entire internal organs with the fragrance of the fruit. It was extremely intoxicating.

The refreshing and slightly soft taste with the intoxicating fragrance of the fruit entered his stomach, revealing a trace of joy from inside out. It was the first time that old Huang had experienced such a pleasant feeling from the bottom of his heart after drinking.