C381 Hypnosis

Mang Yue looked at it, and was instantly stunned, as she subconsciously looked at her own wrist.

There was a small black card at each of his pulses. Mang Yue's expression changed.

Mo Xiaoran's hand lightly pressed on the keyboard of the recording pen in his hand, and a strange ancient voice rang.

It did not belong to a musical instrument that could be played in modern times