C3387 Cultivation

Lee Mo's brows twitched. He glanced at the grey feathered chicken and a smile appeared on his face. "Stop pretending. There are too many Inventory Bags here!"

"Damn it! The Ancestor can't continue pretending anymore! The Inventory Bag, the Inventory Bag, the Ancestor is here!"

The chicken's expression immediately changed as it charged toward the countless Inventory Bag.

Just now