C327 Lies

A tiny little flame shone on Murong Yuze's face. It shook in a deep blue color and was blown out by Murong Yuze again.

Murong Yuze reached out his hand and touched the two ducklings painted on the insulation barrel with his index finger. His movements were very light, as if they were real ducklings. His fingertips traced the outline of the small ball carefully. After a while