C485 Archaeopterygium

Zhang Xian's eyes were red, the veins on his forehead were bulging, his hair was fluttering in the wind, he looked like he had been possessed. He patted the storage bag on his waist and took out a black metal plate. The plate gave off a simple and unadorned feeling, it seemed to have been here for a long time, and was likely to be left behind by the ancient times