C597 The Ghost Painter Who Loved Mahjong(2)

"Lige's question..."

Gongsun Gan had already sat in the pavilion at the center of the lake with his brothers and sisters for the whole night.

"What do you think?"

However, the main thing was still mahjong. It was only at this moment that he remembered to discuss the strangeness of Lige.

"What else can I think of it?" Gongsun Zhen curled his lips