She picked up the soup on the table and handed it to Jiang Feng and said, "Come on, drink the soup and wake up."

Jiang Feng nodded with a smile. He took the soup and looked down at the soup in the bowl.

The soup is green, and a faint fragrance swells up to it. There are a few leaves floating above it. I don’t know what kind of dish it is... But... Jiang Feng looked at the vegetable leaves carefully and always felt that the leaves were a little familiar...

But what exactly is the leaf? Jiang Feng thought about it carefully and there seemed to be fragments of the picture in his mind, but it was always impossible to connect it.

Jiang Feng's movements stopped immediately.

He shook his head and asked, "Tues, how long has it been since I've been here?"

"How long? About one or two months? Or one or two years? Well... you don't know that people who fall into the grass farm have never remembered the time. After all,... these boring days year after year have no meaning to record! But..."

"Today is worth remembering, after all, it is our happy day. Drink it quickly! After drinking it, we should be the tribute!"

Yan Huamei said, and picked up the soup bowl and delivered it to Jiang Feng's mouth.

Jiang Feng smelled the fragrance of the soup and his eyes seemed a little confused again.

He subconsciously replied: "Okay!"

Jiang Feng opened his mouth and wanted to drink that bowl of soup. But... there seemed to be a resistance in his mind, and he kept telling Jiang Feng: "Don't drink, don't drink! Wake up, wake up!"

One or two months? One or two years?

Have you been so long?

Well... Jiang Feng was so confused that he wanted to ask himself: It has been so long, he seems to have forgotten to practice!

Yes, I forgot to practice. How can I throw away this habit of cultivation?

When Jiang Feng thought of this, he suddenly shivered!

wrong!

A hint of clarity finally flashed in his eyes.

And the Qingming Festival at this moment was like a basin of cold water, poured on Jiang Feng's head.

Speaking of cultivation, Jiang Feng became alert.

Nothing else, it is because of the wasteful years I spent in the Five God Realm.

If it hadn't been abandoned in those years, the tragedy wouldn't have happened later. Therefore, Jiang Feng had to tell himself that he must be vigilant and should not slack off no matter when.

But what about now?

How long has that happened, or how long has it been since I came to this world of Lei Tian? Why did I resurrect the same thing?

Is there any difference between myself now and a useless person?

"This grass farm! There is definitely a problem!"

Jiang Feng, who woke up, finally realized something was wrong!

However, Jiang Feng could feel that he was too weak now. Not only was his soul weak, but his cultivation level had a great impact.

"What's wrong? Jiang Feng? Why don't you drink it?"

Yan Huamei asked from the side.

Jiang Feng smiled and said, "Well... it's a bit hot, I'll slap it!"

Jiang Feng took the soup to his hand and pretended to lower his head to blow the soup.

While blowing the soup, Jiang Feng finally recognized what the leaves in the soup were.
Chapter completed!