C352 A Fat Sheep Delivered to the Door

Feng Jiangliu looked at the small box that came roaring at him with a disdainful look in his eyes. Is he trying to use this little trick of his to test me, I?

He stretched out his hand and grabbed forward as fast as lightning. It was as if the small box was automatically sent into Feng Jiangliu's hand and the handle was just in Feng Jiangliu's hand