C449 The Cannon Fodder Needed to Rise(67)

He bent down and picked up the bead that Moo Qiansen had thrown in. There was a thin layer of black mist on it, and his white fingers were being corroded by the black mist bit by bit. The pain he felt on his nerves made him frown.

This thing was a little strange. Feng Yanlin put it away in the box and then went to Qingchen's place