Rong Zhan sat on the comfortable chair and pulled her onto his lap. Sang Xia pulled out the photo and enlarged it for him to see. look at this thing in your hand. What does it look like? "
Rong Zhan held her waist with one hand and took the phone with the other. Looking at the photo, he narrowed his eyes slightly.
It looked like something made of a very soft material, the color of flesh.
However, to others, this thing might seem " what the hell "? he was completely clueless, but to rong zhan, this was not something rare. however, he could not be completely sure just by looking at it.
After all, there were many things similar to this thing.
Sang Xia said, " I happened to see this scene today. I took a picture of it. The man had nothing in his hand before, but then he touched his face and seemed to have torn something off. Then I saw him holding this thing in his hand. What do you think it is? doesn't it look like a Pixiu? "
"It's a human skin mask,"
