"I don't see him."
"Just say that I'm in closed-door cultivation."
Roger, who was meticulously sewing the flannel bag, replied casually.
Qu Ling nodded in agreement.
Ever since this girl came up the mountain, she had been chosen by Roger to be his disciple.
In the past month.
Her performance was not bad.
Qu Ling's greatest strength was her willingness to work.
If Roger said one, she would definitely not question two and would only do as he said.
It was naturally the same today.
However, just as she was about to turn around and leave ...
Roger suddenly said, "
"Wait a moment."
"Help me call psyker over."
Qu Ling nodded.
He threw it away quickly.
Roger continued to work.
His body was very weak now, and his right hand was mostly crippled.
However, he was still able to sew the red velvet bag gently.
With the help of a new batch of " Phoenix Feather " sponsored by Larion.
