"What is this?" Bing Yingman looked at Chen Jiu curiously. She didn't do anything good. She actually took out a broken jar. She really couldn't understand his intention.

Golden jars, broken and broken, can't see anything surprising, but Chen Jiu holds them in his hands, ignoring even the ice Ying next to them like a cold fairy!

Success or failure in this move, Chen Jiu gazed at the jar, identified one of the markers, began to mobilize their own sense of dominance, to lose.

'Zi...' The magical thing happened. The fact didn't disappoint Chen Jiu. When his dominant breath entered the mark, he saw the broken mark of the jar...