Chapter 3: Xiao Wu Lin's Home

n indescribable beauty. 。It's like a constant barrage of drums. 。And that piece of titanium crystal was constantly rotating on the anvil during the hammering process, continually adjusting its angle....e magic piano stretched out, and Mo Zi-hong, like a moth flying into flame, transformed into a beam of light and dashed toward his own magic piano. 。And his magic harp, however, was being pulled and s...