C472 Helian Hongyan.

"Miss, um … I want to ask, what is this?"

Ming Jiutian raised the bag in his hand and asked carefully.

"Do you even need to ask? Of course it's my Miss's bag of holding …" The woman in the tight suit rolled her eyes and said.

"Just this … And a bag of holding?"

Ming Jiutian had to admit that this was the ugliest bag of holding he had ever seen in his life.

"Of course