"Meng, Mengmeng, you,"
An chaochao pointed at the metal lump in ruan Mengmeng's hand, too shocked to speak.
Not only an chaochao, but even song Yiman, who was calmer and more meticulous, was in disbelief.
The two of them were not like Shen LAN and the other servants, who shouted 'there's a monster' and ran away.
However, just by looking at their shocked expressions, it was clear that they had been dumbfounded by ruan Mengmeng's 'infinite strength' performance.
hehe, it's nothing, it's nothing. Mengmeng scratched the short hair behind her ears and was a little embarrassed.
I was born with greater strength, Qingqing. Don't listen to them. I'm a real mortal, not a monster.
pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft. song Yiman laughed. of course we know you're not a monster. We're living in a modern society, where would there be so many monsters? "
"But Mengmeng"
Song Yiman pointed at the 'metal lump' in ruan Mengmeng's hands.
