Chapter 187 Traces!

In another secret room adjacent to it, the Wooden Box of Yueling Tung has been opened and everything inside has been poured out.

"Mine! My..."

Fengming sits next to the wooden box, like a little hen who protects eggs, and constantly picks up the "Phoenix Stone" and "Fengyu" from an early age to her side.

After a while, it was empty before Xiao Biao.

"Ouch!"

Xiao Bian scratches his ears and cheeks in a hurry and keeps turning around Fengming.

Several times, she tried to reach out her paws, trying to grab a "phoenix stone" or a "phoenix feather" from the front of Fengming's leg, but she...