C1128 The Tide Has Dropped

In that spacious room, Duan Yang was leaning against a large sofa and was unable to calm down. He had a very magical gadget in his hand, which he named Fate.

It was something that looked like a gourd. As long as one touched the two round balls with their hands, they would be able to change their color at random.

Perhaps it was because Duan Yang's heart was a little superstitious