Who cares? There shouldn't be anything wrong with using it, right?
Thinking of this, I picked up the mahogany comb and combed it.
This comb's tentacles were cold. The more he combed, the more he felt something was off.
This was clearly a wooden comb, why was it so cold?
It was like a stone or jade. Thinking of this, I lowered my head and began to study it carefully.
From a closer look, this comb actually carried a trace of an ancient aura, and there were fine patterns carved around it.
If he didn't look closely, he would n' t be able to see it. Heavens! Did I pick up a treasure?
I couldn't help but exclaim. Sigh, it's better to forget about it. I appeared in the unattended bathhouse for no reason.
I can't believe my luck would be this good.
If it wasn't for good luck, then it woul
