The Heavenly Eye Gho

Wang Mingzheng was muttering to himself when a fifteen or sixteen-year-old walked towards him. He carried a backpack and had a pair of endearing dimples on his face, radiating youthful energy yet carrying an air of detachment.,This Wang Ming doesn't take things, of course because he knew from a young age that it's easy to get things but hard to return them in this world.,In less than three minutes, he finished a large plate of fried rice and, after patting his belly contentedly, leisurely went back.。