Thirty seconds later, the little girl suddenly jumped into Lin Yi's arms with a cry, even nibbling on Lin Yi excitedly. Even Lin Yi couldn't understand that indescribable passion.
Han Jingjing might have a common language.
It couldn't be helped. Not only was his first attempt at making a Mystic-grade talisman a success, but he had also made a perfect Mystic-grade second-grade spell-destroying talisman. This was simply a miracle in the eyes of an expert!
It was like seeing a God descend and leave his signature at home. It was impossible for someone like Wang shiqing not to be fanatical!
"Lin Yi big bro, from today on, you're my idol, my idol for life!"
Wang shiqing blushed and said what was on her mind.
Lin Yi touched his nose. As an idol, he felt a lot of pressure.
At this moment, Han Jing Jing also brought good news.""Lin Yi bro, Jing Jing knows what the castle is made of!"
"What is it made of?"