After the monkey was still squeaking and attracted Xiaoyun’s attention, it finally stopped chirping and threw a round thing about the size of a small orange at Xiaoyun’s foot. Xiaoyun crouched down and observed it…

"I don’t know if it’s you!" Rollin Wang looked at Yang Jingxi with disdain. Yang Jing-shuo grew up in a family with natural violence, and his horse became furious after he was stupefied. "Smelly bitch…