C509 Precious

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaojian not only frowned, the little boy's face did not look like a ghost, but there was nothing else here.

Just then, Zhang Xiaojian suddenly felt a strange feeling behind his back, as if someone was looking at him from behind.

With a flash of inspiration, he waved his hand, and a Thunder Arc shot off in a certain direction. The rumbling thunder thought for a while