"I'm talking about the horizontal scroll, do you remember?" Tianmiao asked casually.
"It's not a black shop." Yan Botian remembered very clearly and blurted out.
"That's right, it's not a black shop. Are you a three-year-old? I say it's not a black shop, and you believe it?" Tianmiao laughed, a laugh full of joy.
"What, what did you say?" Yan Botian's face turned extremely ugly at this moment.
"Fool! I say it's not a black shop, and you believe it? You've lived for over a hundred years, right? Still this naive." Kong Hou mocked disdainfully from the side. Her childish voice sounded, especially full of irony.
Tianmiao raised her hand again, and all the previous changes completely disappeared, the cruise ship returned to the calm sea.
"Contract?" Tianmiao sneered, "Are you worthy? Worthy of making a contract with me?"
