C1249 Rack up

The figure that the Soul Puppet's avatar was holding had turned into nothingness. Clearly, it had grabbed the wrong thing.

Fairy Yunshu appeared a thousand feet away. But in the next moment, Wang Xiaohu jumped into the air and appeared in front of the silver mirror, directly grabbing it in his hand.

"Weng weng weng …" The silver bronze mirror struggled violently