C450 little whistle

A small whistle shining with a metallic luster swayed in Chang Jing's hands. Mu Li? It was silent, waiting for Chang Jing to speak.

"What would you say if I showed it to the herdsmen?" Chang Jing chuckled as if she had already grasped the key to victory, "Oh, that's not right. No matter how one looked at it, this was just an ordinary whistle