"You know the goods!" Ling Feiyin points the mouth of the gourd at the man, and the cork will pop open automatically. The vigorous wind comes out of the mouth of the gourd.

hum! The man snorted coldly, shoveled away the crescent moon and pinched the flower finger in his left hand. He didn't know what kind of magic he used. He formed a layer of cold light in front of him. The strong wind roared past, but he didn't take the man away.

is broken! Even the exquisite gourd is useless! Ling Feiyin couldn't help shaking. But the man sneered, holding the cold light shield in his left hand...