C184 Ling Qiao Was a Little Abnormal

A small silver pearl was placed in the middle of Leng Zhixian's palm. It was glowing with a silver light, as if it really wanted to see its master. Qian Ming also felt the warmth and excitement of this memory crystal.

"Is this my memories?" Thousand Meddling Hands were shaking a little. He picked up the bead and wanted to use his spiritual energy to catalyze it, but he suddenly felt powerless