C82 Chinese Chang Ye Zhong Xie

I looked up at the sky where the clouds were drifting away, and I saw that Kwai Xia and Zhu Zhu were probably up there, clutching the poison stone and the bamboo whistle. I lowered my head and gave a small chuckle.

At the same time, there was a slight sigh — he hoped that the testing stone would show its white color when he returned. After all, the lives of Uncle-Master was more important