Thinking about catching some leverage, Little Black Dragon was thrilled, "What else, what else, Mom, what other stupid things did your lover do?"
"Stupid things? He did plenty, but the biggest one was kicking a truck for me..."
Ignoring the two who had already resonated in foolishness, the three of them continued walking toward the station.
Not far from the north of the school was the station, and in the corner to the left of the station was a trash can. Zi Yuan casually dug out a bag from the trash can.
She opened the bag; inside was a huge jar containing a hand.
Without a doubt, it was her own hand, looking a bit withered but still quite healthy.
A ring was still worn on the hand.
She glanced at Lu Ya, who also had a ring on her hand.
