Yan Xiaosi was so young, so of course she couldn't read. However, Dabao didn't want to dirty his sister's eyes, so he crossed out the second word.
The white-haired old man took a weak breath. Kid… are you planning to curse?
"Ahem!" The white-haired old man did not dwell on this. He looked at the few little idiots in front of him. Although they looked innocent and harmless, they were always particular where they stood and would never approach the range of his chains.
This meant that it would not be easy for him to take them hostage. Of course, he had other abilities. Unfortunately, they were suppressed and most of them could not be used.
What are you thinking? Dabao wrote.
The white-haired old man thought to himself, I'm thinking, which one of you is the fated person of the Holy Land? Only the fated person could unlock my chains, and only the fated person was qualified to enter the Holy Land.
