C672 Colorful water chestnut and backsoil stone

The Xiaoyun that was wildly jumping about on the ancient trees, suddenly stopped, looked forward in a daze, and then landed on Fang Yunlong's shoulder.

As he habitually pulled at the hair at Fang Yunlong's ear, the Xiaoyun raised a tiny claw and pointed it forward with all its might, as it squeaked non-stop.

Fang Yunlong who had long had a tacit understanding with the Xiaoyun