Pei Ruochen looked at the fire Epiphyllum in his hand, took the broken heart grass in yutianrong's hand, and said to himself, "almost all of them are ready, so it's not good for tricolor fruit."

three color fruit? Two Flying Tigers look at each other, don't know what they are thinking. Two big birds look at each other, as if they are hesitant.

Pei Ruochen glanced lightly, "do you know the whereabouts of tricolor fruit?" This, of course, is said to the big bird.

the male bird glanced at the female bird and seemed to ask the female whether to say it. Pei Ruochen glanced at the male bird and...