Zhu Ganglie opened his eyes and knew it in his heart.

"Okay, since the rake has been found, go back quickly."

Taking out the small bottle and summoning Miaomiaoyun, Zhu An jumped up.

By the side of the cloud, Zhu Ganglie shrank the rake to about half a foot long, and then used it as a hairpin and penetrated it into the small hat on the top of his head.

On the clouds, Zhu An was stunned. If you don’t have five thousand pounds of things on your head? Are you not afraid of crushing your head?

After getting on Fayun, perhaps because he found the rake again, Zhu Ganglie, who was in good spirits, also talked more.

"Where did your Dharma Cloud come from? And your water Dharma, where did you master it?"

Zhu Ganglie stood beside Zhu An's right leg and asked.

Ever since the strange whip branded the forbidden force on his soul, he wanted to know where Zhu An was.

Proficient in water methods, as well as magic weapons such as Dharma Cloud and Weird Skin Whip, Zhu Ganglie felt that among the three realms, those who can teach Zhu An were not names, and maybe he could recognize them...

"Original."

Zhu An smiled, glanced at Zhu Ganglie, and said, "When you and a few younger brothers grow up, Dad will pass these things to you. Dad tells you, this Dharma Cloud, Dad has several other flowers, and the water Dharma..."

Zhu An said daddy at once.
Chapter completed!