Chapter 1717, was driven out of

one bright black pupil, seriously staring at Ling Shan.

After a while, she turned around in a circle.

She admired the emperor's pen, the beautiful pearl to Bella, the golden abacus to the blue, the toy pistol to the pour, the poetry to Ni Xiyue, the flute to Xuehao...

Everything on the carpet has been dispatched. There's nothing left.

She was staring at the empty carpet.

Ling Xun hugged her and asked, "Let's all put things back. You pick one you like and give it to yourself, OK?"

Looking at Ling Shan one by one, he suddenly stretched out his tender little hands and...