Chen Tianming looked at the silver bead that fell on the ground, sending out a clear halo, faint and cold air from the bead.

Chen Tianming frowned a little and walked forward. Just when he wanted to lean down and pick up, the turtle, who had been holding his shoulder clothes tightly, rushed out of his shoulder. The goal was the silver bead.

as the little tortoise sprang out, there were excited cries in his throat.

it's too late. It's too fast. Chen Tianming didn't expect that the slow Little Turtle would have such a fast speed.

the little turtle pounced on the silver bead like a black light, and...