C971 The Bones Are Made of Iron Steel Iron Steel and Ink

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk."

While Bo Gaang was speaking, a small figure appeared in front of him. Looking at the little fatty who had a weird smile on his face, Bo Gaang became even colder.

"Lowly brat, did you set up the formation here?"

Hearing Bo Gaang's words, Chu Tian nodded his head with a smile. The things that his subordinates have arranged for him should be able to be considered as his own