C691 Count Yourself Lucky

Ling Tianxie used his index finger to hold the wooden stick. The wooden stick seemed to have a life of its own. Every time it flew into the air, it would still be standing straight on Ling Tianxie’s finger.

When Pann Bao saw Ling Tianxie performing acrobatics, he was obviously torturing himself. Every time the wooden stick landed on his heart