Miss Han er's face turned black. "You really think the weeds on the road!" Ten of them are just trying. You know, after living in the ice Valley for so many years, no one has ever collected more than ten anemones! It's impossible to be twelve!

Tan San takes a look at Yu Tianrong and seems to understand. He stops the angry Miss Han er. "We will try our best. If not, please forgive me!"

yutianrong smiled, "OK, don't force! I think you're tired after your long journey. Why don't I ask someone to take you to have a rest first? "

"OK, then I'll trouble Madame Yu." Tan San...