Serana looked at the notes in Fu Qian's hand with a complicated expression.

"In the final analysis, it's just a notepad with very limited usage."

"Do you have the Abyss Notes in your hand?"

"good!"

"Of course that's because it's not that important anymore."

Unfortunately, thanks to Fu Qian's careful weaving, the cage composed of tentacles has turned into a black-red cocoon, as deadly as the Juehu Net.

Fu Qianqian reminded him expressionlessly, and what did he react the next moment?

And with the feeling of crushing the soup dumplings, one after another, the bodies of the bats burst under the heavy pressure.

Fu Qian said it was difficult to understand such reactions.

The problem is that even if you don't say it, it's very easy to verify this kind of thing.

Before paying, he shook his head and opened the note in his hand, took out another pen from his pocket, brushed it a few times, and left a sentence on the blank page.

[Serana is less than 500 years old]
Chapter completed!