C627 Tree of Shadows

He reached out his hand and held the little thing in his hand. Fu Chengyang carefully observed the strange thing on the little thing.

He would touch its head from time to time, mess up its unkempt hair, or pull the thin wings on its back to see if it was real or if it was a spell.

Fortunately, the little thing was very good-natured. No matter how Fu Chengyang played with it, it didn't get angry