"This guy."
Li Zheng looked at the boy Lu Li, who looked only seven or eight years old, and shook his head helplessly: "No wonder you have mental illness; most of your spiritual power is drawn out to maintain such a complex spiritual realm, your spiritual power is much weaker than ordinary people, and it's logical that you get influenced by sudden emotions inexplicably."
But...
He furrowed his brow, reached out with one hand to grab the back of Lu Li's neck, where a gray, toad-like thing lay, exuding a tempting aura.
The gray toad, seeing Li Zheng reaching out to grab it, tried hard to evade towards the back of Lu Li's neck, but its claws seemed connected to Lu Li's cervical vertebrae and could only stay in that position, unable to escape.
Li Zheng seized it in one grab, his palm emitting a slight glow, and the light shone on the toad, immediately resembling a red-hot iron plunged into dirty water, releasing a plume of smoke.
