"Can you let go, right? Is it interesting to hold it still? "

"It's not interesting."

Chen Yang finally let go of his hand and said, "It's so boring like catching a stone. Don't you feel anything?"

"How do you want to feel?"

"I……"

Chen Yang opened his mouth. This old Feng was cold and cold. After grabbing her hand for so long, this girl seemed to have forgotten it, and she was not as good as her little daughter's house at all.

So Chen Yang was extremely disappointed.

"By the way, Old Feng, Ying Dasha and the other six of them had more than 300 spirit stones, and Ying Dasha had the most, with nearly 100 of them."

"Um?"

Feng Siyu raised her eyebrows: "Do you have spiritual consciousness? I discovered it when I was in Australia before."

"I have other little secrets. Do you want to listen? Let's take a big adventure with the truth."

“Not interested.”

After Old Feng finished speaking, he suddenly squatted in front of the street stall and picked up an ancient book.
Chapter completed!