C565 North gung

After hearing this short story, the expressions of Zhen Jianghe and the Dong Lao Xian'er were a little complicated.

"I think I understand what you mean." Zhen Jianghe sighed: "But do you think that is possible?"

"I'm not sure." I laughed.

"No matter how powerful that drum is, it's only a magical equipment. Without a living person controlling it