He took a sip of the tea. A faint bitterness flowed on the tip of his tongue, and an indescribable fragrance rushed up to the top of his head through his nasal cavity. It was as if a tangible mist had been absorbed into his soul, allowing him to " taste " an unparalleled " sweetness.
He stirred the tea with his tongue and savored the taste of the clear tea. After a long time, he finally swallowed it reluctantly.
"Good tea ... As expected of Feng hanran, the omnipotent tea master ... It's close to Dao ..."
Augustine looked at the empty teacup with a complicated expression.
After tasting such a wonderful tea, he was afraid that he would not be able to swallow ordinary tea in the future ...
hehe, we also took this from Li Rui. The more we drink, the less we drink.
