Ziwei nodded and handed it to Zhan Wuque.

"What's so good about it? Pretend to be a ghost!"

Long Jiaojiao said coldly.

She thought she could get a fortune, but she didn't expect that this would end.

A happy moment!

She vented all her anger on Zhan Wuque.

Others also looked very bad.

As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Therefore, they didn't look good when they fought Wuque.

Zhan Wuque didn't say much. After taking it, he looked at it carefully for a few seconds, then placed the cup on the display table aside.

Everyone was puzzled.

Ziwei asked, "Young Master Zhan, what are you doing?"

"I suddenly thought of a way, maybe I could restore the cup to its prototype."
Chapter completed!