The psychic threw a shackle on the sole of Chen Zhao's feet.

"Do you think this makes sense to me? Even if I'm injured now."

"Do you think this would be a normal shackle?"

When Chen Zhao picked up the shackles, he found that there was a magical fluctuation on it.

It seems that this is the product of alchemy.

Chen Zhao honestly put the shackles on.

The psychics on the opposite side breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is it OK now?" Chen Zhao looked at the people opposite him: "Can you take me to see my wife now?"

"Not yet."

"Do you want to go back on your word?"

"Don't say it's so ugly, there's another person who wants to see you."

"who?"

"You will know when you arrive."

"I wouldn't go anywhere until I saw my wife."

"Do you have a choice now?"

Several psychics looked at Chen Zhao with malicious smiles.

It seems that I plan to give Chen Zhao a good look when he resists.
Chapter completed!