Don't interfere, let Mr. Wang find it. Anyway, if we find it later, our share will be indispensable.

With the idea of ​​letting Mr. Wang stand out, the two of them started wandering around the area.

Until Peng Yu saw a little boy.

The little boy had dark skin and looked only eight or nine years old. He carried a bamboo basket on his back, hummed a song, and ran up the mountain using Qinggong.

"I shot a pheasant yesterday. I'm going to pick chestnuts today. I'll make chestnut stewed chicken nuggets for my mother-in-law. By the way, I'll get some mushrooms and make a soup for her."

Looking at the innocent and happy mountain boy, Zhuan Yang was confused: "What do you think he is doing?"

Peng Yu's fiery and even greedy gaze made Zhuanyang feel a little scared.

"What is there to see for a child who is in the stage of nourishing his Qi?"

"Nothing." Zhuan Yang looked away and looked down at the ring on his hand.

Exactly the same!

Yes, there is a black ring strung with red string around the boy's neck.

That ring has the same style as his Qian San and Kun Si.
Chapter completed!