C267 The Light of the Golden Crow

"Eh?" Xu Yi imagined the Iron Gloves wrapping around his own hands, but that didn't happen. When his hands rested on the Iron Gloves, other than the cold touch, there was nothing special about it.

"Haha, hahaha!" Qifeng, who was sitting on the shelf, suddenly held her stomach and laughed out loud. Her legs kept kicking the metal frame along with her laughter