C596 Call Me Master

Fifty-nine, Master?

He put the eight drops of bile into his pocket and ordered the Goldmaw Rat to look after it. Actually, there was no need for such an order, but from this, one could see how cautious Ding Yue was at the moment.

After the last drop of the light moon-like egg was drained, the bright light began to dim. After the time it took for half an incense stick to burn