For a moment, I don't know whether it's for the news of the dark street or for the weird old flower. Lu Xiaoxiao's silent vision gathered in his palm, and it took a while for Yan Xudao.

"Are you sure this stuff can work so well? Let the dark streets listen to you as they stand still?'

Yan Xu smiled and showed a sly expression to Xiaoxiao, who landed on the ground. "You don't believe it because you haven't seen it personally. So to put it this way, on the face of it, Shuicheng is the world of Zhu's family. So inside, the power of the dark street will not...