There is nothing to worry about, and it may be considerate everywhere, and it does not make people feel comfortable.
That Chonghuaying had followed Xu Ziqing for many years, often sleeping on the street, and had never seen such an elegant room. Seeing that there were no outsiders at this time, it was a flurry of flying around, which is also novel to look at, and to look at that is also fresh.
At the end of the flight, it took a few turns, and finally landed on the horizontal rack next to it. A pair of sharp claws hooked it, looking left and right, and pecking at the rack with the eagle's beak. He was very busy.
When Xu Ziqing watched it play around, he only smiled and said nothing. Just now Liu Sheng had already mentioned that the spirit ship would not go to sea until half an hour later, and he had to wait quietly before.
After thinking for a while, he sank his consciousness into the ring and called out, "Brother Yun, do you have time?"
There has been no response for a long time. When Xu Ziqing was disappointed, he suddenly felt a change in the ring, and he was immediately happy.
Sure enough, in the next instant, a cold man appeared in the room. His white clothes were like snow, and his breath was as cold as ice and snow. Saying: "What's the matter."