This time!
Old Master An began to take the little one's words seriously. After all, the latter's pocket was huge; could there really be some kind of treasure inside? Something like the Red Stone!
Hmm?
This Red Stone looked a bit familiar. He stroked the beard on his chin and began to ponder and recall.
Old Master An was old, and his memory wasn't very good!
Gongsun Qing stood quietly to the side, watching this scene. A pair of eyes, however, were fixed on the blood-colored stone. A trace of black, eerie light flashed across her pupils, and they suddenly constricted.
"Spirit stone!" Gongsun Qing was inwardly startled, sensing that this stone contained a rich surge of energy. It was clearly a spirit stone.
Ling Yun glanced sideways at the red spirit stone, a vague answer forming in his heart.
Ordinary spirit stones were all white, but this spirit stone was blood-colored, and the energy within it was even mixed with a violent aura. It looked abnormal.
Even in the Twelve Domains, it was rare!
Hong Wenlong wanted to give it to Old Master An, but the latter didn't want it.
The little one tugged at Old Master An on the sofa and said in a milky, childish voice, "Great-grandpa, don't you want it?"
Her little eyes began to roll around slyly again!
Old Master An stroked the little one's head, then smiled and shook it!
The little one added, "I don't want that white trash, but that red one is pretty."
Hearing this, Hong Wenlong's expression became even uglier. White trash? Lacking an eye for goods, that was an antique from the Song Dynasty!
An Qing said speechlessly, "Qianqian, none of their things are as pretty as the ones in your pocket, so don't join in the fun."
Her