C125 Throw out

"Mine! This is my Cauldron! It's mine!" Just as Hong Ling dispersed the Tianhuang Lightning Fire, Qingyao pounced over and grabbed towards the purple-gold copper medicine cauldron with both hands. Looking at her glowing eyes, everyone could not help but laugh. Hong Ling casually grabbed the cauldron out, and with a light flash, he dodged the young lady's demonic claws.

"Master Qingyao