C1248 Yiyi's Persistence

Zhang Xingyun didn't say anything and directly reached out with his palm, which was covered in pitch black vegetable oil.

It wasn't just him, everyone who came into contact with that pot felt the same.

Zhang Xingyun's left hand was the same, so was Yao Chang's and Yi Yi's right hands, and so was the fierce-looking woman's.

"Just now, you placed such a frying pan here