Click!
Raindrops fell on the bluestone.
The crow knew its master was getting a little impatient, otherwise he wouldn't have waved his hand to remove the protective cover, letting it get rained on outside, while he casually drank his tea.
If this Water Dragon doesn't start producing some results soon, the place it's living in will probably be destroyed in no time.
The master's temper, it was clear.
Sure enough, Carl, who was tired of drinking tea over there, stood up, looked at the glass lamp he had saved up so hard for, and with a touch of his fingertip, shattered it.
He looked up, his gaze falling on the deepest part of the cave, his handsome profile indifferent, surrounded by black mist that kept people away, as if he were a god: "You go, put those lost souls back."
"Yes, master,"
