C824 This Is My Brother He Doesn't Talk Much

Although the children were still crying, they were attracted by Gong Moxiu's voice. They wiped their tears and looked over.

They saw Gong Moxiu place a small wooden stick on a square block of wood. Then, under everyone's confused gazes, he suddenly stepped on it.

With a cracking sound, his small leather shoes moved away, and the long wooden stick underneath was broken into two pieces