"What do you mean by this?" Bing Yan frowned and asked. No matter how intelligent he was, he did not know who Yi was, much less himself.
"If your heart can talk, it's like an incantation. Your Highness, this sentence is what you said. Please think about it. The master's nature still needs to be said by Your Highness." However, Barnas disappeared.
Chu's nature? He knew that that was Yan Ling. But... what could I say?
Suddenly, some clues flashed through his mind, and then he understood. "I got it... I got it."
Yan Ling was the most powerful language in words, and the words were the will of the performer. However, the most important thing was the medium.
"Come back! 'Chu Mingfan'." Ding Ning called his real name, which was the highest medium.
Subsequently, drops of white light shot out
