There happened to be a bronze mirror in the room. Ling Gusong looked at the silver needle on his head in the mirror, and his expression became very interesting.
He was an expert, but if he made himself look like a single-horned rhinoceros, how could he face others in the future? Why did he feel that Ling Chuxi was deliberately setting him up? But he didn't dare to say it out loud. The person he could not afford to offend the most now was Ling Chuxi.
"Are there any other ways?" Ling Gusong was silent for a long time before he asked Ling Chuxi.
Wasn't it said that su one finger and the others had relied on Ling Chuxi's help to advance to heavenly Yuan? He didn't even see them turn into horned rhinos with silver needles on their heads.
