Collision

Not long after hearing her voice, an eight-year-old baby appeared in front of everyone.

Her hair was tied into a beautiful braid with red silk threads. Her hair reached to her waist and she was dressed like an innocent and cute child. However, there was a ruthlessness and maturity in her eyes that did not match with that of a child.

"Who is this child?"

Zhao Shuning took out the remains of the Bag of Universe, her eyes full of ridicule.

In Zhao Shuning's hand, the remains were rotating in a regular pattern.

Nan Tianyuan's heart was hanging with the remains.

"Clan Head Nan sure has a good memory. In such a short period of time, he even forgot about me."

However, he still did not dare to be presumptuous. He cupped his hands and said: "Miss Zhao, when did Miss Zhao arrive at Qingning and I was unwelcome. Please forgive me."

Zhao Shuning threw the piece of bone towards Nan Tianyuan.